Karen’s mother and I have been estranged for about twenty years. Karen was only three when Samantha packed up and left. She wanted nothing to do with Karen. Now suddenly it’s all lights and bubbles.
Karen’s about to get married – this very day in fact – and as soon as an engagement was announced Samantha appeared out of the woodwork and began organizing things. Karen wanted a small quiet wedding; Samantha wanted it big. Karen wanted it in a little country church; Samantha wanted it in a sprawling garden. Karen wanted to wear something new and lovely that she could use as Sunday best after the wedding (we’re not particularly well-off); Samantha wanted a full-scale wedding gown. Karen thought little home-made cupcakes could be fun; Samantha wanted a three-tiered wedding cake. The list went on and on.
Of course Karen tried to be nice. She tried to steer convivially between her own wishes and the demands of her mother. Not particularly successfully I must admit. The wedding is today. It’s meant to be outside. It’s meant to be with an extravagant wedding gown. It’s meant to cater for at least two hundred people. The mother of the bride has a new hat. And a new dress. And a new handbag.
Anyway, I’m happy to say it looks like it’s raining. In fact it’s currently hosing down. And I’ve just got a text message from Karen and Gilbert. They got married yesterday in a registry office before leaving for their honeymoon.
Good for them!
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Agreed!
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Of course it’s customary that the father of the bride pays for the wedding. Had Samantha paid for it.? I may have missed something in the details.
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One should never let the facts get in the way of a good story.
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Haha. I was trying to wonder who got screwed exactly.
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Good for her!
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Here! Here! Or is that Hare! Hare! or is it Hear! Hear! I have no idea how to spell that. Do you?
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Over here here, it’s a matter of hear hearing.
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Thanks. I shall hear hear in future.
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And up over here here, it’s also hear hearing!
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Good for them. Even if the water paid for it (which seems doubtful), he doesn’t seem upset. Heh, heh.
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I felt he was rather pleased!
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Yay for K and G. May they live happily for a long time. Maybe not forever, no one lives forever, when you stop to think about it.
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This is indeed true!
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This is thought provoking story notwithstanding the twist sought through the climax. There is poetic justice in the end for the extravagant protagonist, induced by the prudent daughter and aided by the elements much to the delight of the hapless father.
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I think I rather like the bride and groom.
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hahaha. Great story! Love the last line, and would have loved to have seen the look on her mother’s face. !!!
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Thanks Peter. My brother was “scheduled” to be married three weeks after my father died. (I’m sure that could be better phrased). Dad had already bought the alcohol. I remember my mother saying, “I wish to goodness they would elope”!
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This is an extemely true to life story. I have to wonder how many times this has happened.
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I suspect eloping is not an uncommon phenomenon. As for simply living together and scraping the ceremony… I’ve also heard of that LOL.
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Oh I meant the mom taking over the proceding and then bailing.
Jennifer and I lived together for 7 years before we got married…I wasn’t a fan of a commitment lol…although we had bought a house!
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Good on them! I stayed out of what my daughter wanted for her wedding except to sew whatever she needed. She wore my gown, altered to suit.
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Sewing is a wonderful skill! The only way I can get a straight line on the sewing machine is to go flat out!
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I had to sew twenty lace-edged burlap table clothes – we hired a seamstress to tackle the dress alterations – it needs some work And it was 45 years old!
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Ah! The work needed on wedding dress alterations when the bride’s mother is so lithe and slim!
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I was SO much thinner at age 20 that the dress fit my daughter really well. Sigh of relief.
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Cheers to Karen and Gilbert! My mom had a wedding kind of like this. She was the granddaughter of a country sheriff, whose only child (her mother) had a Depression-era elopement and so my mom’s wedding was her grandparents’ chance to put together an over-the-top political/society event. There were as many guests she didn’t know as those she did. She did go through with it, but when I got married, she was extremely hands off with the whole thing.
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I always think that “Bring a Plate” (I think you call it Potluck) can’t be as enjoyable as a fully catered dinner. Perhaps it’s all in the wine!
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Our wedding was actually a dry affair, but there was food and lots of fun and dancing.
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A very good decision, let’s hope Samantha is left with the bill!
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