I don't know whether I am inventing memories or not, but the way I remember it is that Mom and Dad ran away to get married and Granddad Smith was going to shoot Dad. Mom was very young, in modern terms, to get married. She was 17 1/2 years old at the time. Dad was 22. The certificate reads that they were wed April 21, 1934 in Mesilla Park, New Mexico. It was actually a double wedding, with Mom's best friend Helen and her beau (no name in my mind). The pastor was Lewis, who was kind of a legend in the area, since he was a traveling preacher who had the whole of New Mexico as his back yard. He used to travel from place to place on horseback, knitting small baby caps as he rode. When he baptized a kid, he'd give him or her a little cap to wear. I have one, blue and white and kind of ragged now.