Dick and I fell in love at the Makerere pool, courted at LaQuinta and the City Bar, celebrated our engagement in Mombasa, and married in Bukoba on March 10, 1961.  Moira Harbottle came down on the lake steamer, Harry came a week later with flowers in the steamer's kitchen cooler for my bouquet, and Sharon Lybeck (1C), my maid of honor, arrived just in time for the wedding.  Thrice married in one day!  Even though Tanganyika had become independent three months earlier, at 10 am, after a very brief ceremony in his office, the soon to be gone district commissioner signed a paper saying we were civilly married—although he no longer had any legal authority.  Since I was at Kaharoro, a Lutheran mission school, the missionaries decided we should get married in the "eyes of God" in a little chapel they bedecked with flowers.  At 2 pm, a Norwegian missionary married us—although he spoke little English and had no authority to marry wazungu.  After a reception at the Lake Hotel, we retired to our little house at Kaharoro.  Just as it was getting dark, a ring of fire sprang up around our house, burning away all evil spirits from the union, and my school boys began to serenade us with the help of some Scandinavian and American friends.  After a couple of hours, they pounded on the door, asking if I had been satisfied with this man.  If I answered yes, I would become a woman of his village.  If I answered no, I could return home with them and it would be as if this never happened.  I said, "YES!"