Ardyths Wedding.
I do not remember the year that my Aunt Ardyth was married. Ardyth was my mother’s youngest sister and so she was almost the same age as my oldest sister Alma. I do remember that Alma had graduated and Stan as well since he was on his mission in Argentina when the marriage took place. So the year had to have been around my 11th or 12th year of age in 1964 or 65. I’ll have to look it up now since I am not sure when it was. Anyway the reason I tell this story is because of the ipact that it had on my life. I mean Uncle Doyle was as big an impact as anyone could have and has been such a favorite Uncle because of his sense of humor and his love of teasing his nephews and nieces. That wasn’t the impact that I remember best from it though. It was the desert. Ardyth wanted cake roll for her refreshments. Cake roll, that stuff that is made I Heaven and rolled up to be cut as slices and placed on plate and eaten with a fork. OK who am I kidding, I didn’t like the fork because it was so much faster getting to that ice cream rolled up between the cake if I grabbed it with my hand and ate it as I would a sandwich. I am sure that I ate several pieces of it that night and had an instant love affair that would never end. That is probably also made all the more important to me too because I have only had cake roll a very few times since that night. In fact I can only remember two or three times and with it as much a part of my memory as it is I always remember when I get to eat it again. I don’t know why it isn’t very popular with the manufacturer’s because they would surely know how well it would sell to people like me that eat it every chance they get. I love cake roll and I don’t know if it was because of the cake and the icecream rolled together or the fact that I was young, a boy with an appetite for sweets, and probably very hungry when it was served at Aunt Ardyth’s wedding reception and it stuck.
