EASTER WEDDING

White Ribbon, Volume 19, Issue 4, 1 May 1947, Page 10

EASTER WEDDING

Mrs. Htckson Again Writes to Her Sister. My Dear \\ innie,— It's a wet day today and I haven’t done the washing because what’s the use of just letting the clothes lie wailing? So I thought I’d write and tell you all about the wedding, knowing you’d iike to hear. We did wish you could have managed to conic, but the present came all right. Lorna will write to you herself when she gets back and turns round a bit. Tablecloths are hard to find and these are really great. Well, it was a lovely morning, Winnie. But it was very nearly ruined for me. The best man, a very nice young fellow he seemed, came with a car the night before, and said to me that he had a case of champagne there to help for the next day. Believe you me, I began to shake, \\ innie. I didn’t know wliat to say. He was so nice altotit it, and seemed to think no one might ever think of a wedding without a drink at the breakfast. He just smiled and sj>oke quietly. I think I must ha\e stared hard, because lie U-gan to laugh a bit, not making fun exactly, but somehow it made me feel as if he thought I was a bit simple, and had to he humoured. That got me going, Win. I didn’t want to offend him. but 1 just knew that champagne wasn't coming into the house. So I said: “Well now, what do you think of that ? My husband would die of laughing if 1 told Ifint what a joke you had tried to play on us. Champagne indeed! As if 1 didn’t know you were turning your fun to say you were hringinig it here where we all are tee tee. And anyway our parson would raise a dust at the very suggestion.” I kept on laughing all the time, but was keeping my eyes open for what he would think. He certainly looked a bit upset, although I kept up the joking style all along. I began to feel a bit sorry for him really, because 1 supjtosc he thought lie was doing us a kindness. When 1 thought it was wise, I began to talk sense to him. He didn’t know that we were so against the drink, and said he thought that everybody had wine at weddings. I told him different and told him why, too. By this time lock and Lorna came into the room, and soon tumbled to it all. They laughed at him, but 1 made them stop that, and got some supper ready. When he was going he said: “You have m*»de me think, Mrs. Hickson. • After all, there’s no reason why wine or drink of any kind should Ik* necessary at weddings. In fact, I don't take anything at all except on these occasions, and if it's good to keep off this sort of thing on ordinary days, perhaps it is even Ixttcr to keep them out of the way on mch an extra day as a wedding clay." And what he did with the case, I never asked him; but it didn’t show its face. He seemed to enjoy the wedding breakfast as much as any of them. Lorna looked lovely, even if I do

say it. A nd when she came into the church with her father, I just thought how glad i was to have a husband witii such strong ideas about right and wrong; and what a good thing it was inai neither Lorna, Jock, or anyltod/ else would he made even a little bit merry, as they call it, at our table and in out home on the day when our girl was starting out on her own welded life. Everything went off without a hitch, only Lorna couldn’t find her gloves for going away at the last minute; so I gave her mine I had worn that day only. W hen she had gone, and there was some fun over that as you'll guess, 1 found the gloves inside a fruit bottle in the kitchen. I fancy I put them there to keep them safe. Well, it’s all over, and I’m not sorry. Easter weddings are \ery sensible. There’s less to do after all the bottling's done; and you can rest a bit. It’s turned out a lovely day. 1 think I’d better start the wash. Ta Ta, Much love from. Meg.