The big wedding.

May 8, 1937.

The two met out that early morning on the gravel road going to town.  It was a Saturday and their intent was to see the Justice of the Peace in Ardmore, Oklahoma.  He was wearing his best seersucker pants and white dress shirt.  She in her flowery cotton dress and wide brim hat.  The goal?  To be married and start a family.

So the two of them alone started walking in hopes of arriving at the JOP by noon.  So they started walking.  And as they walked down the dusty road a neighbor in his soft top covered touring car noticed the two of them walking and stopped to see if they needed a ride.  The neighbor asked where they were headed and they said they were going to Ardmore to get married.  The driver of the car said hop in and I’ll take you there.  Even better, he offered to be a witness.  “Let’s go.”So off they went.  No wedding invitations.  No wedding cake.  No flowing wedding gown.  No best man or maid of honor.  Just two in love off to be “hitched.”

As you may have guessed, the two were my mom and dad.  Carl and Odessa.  I asked my dad a few years ago if they were eloping.  And he quickly retorted, No!  Everybody knew were going to get married.  So that was the way it was done in southern rural red dirt Oklahoma.  Happy Anniversary to my late mom and dad.  Carl and Odessa Ayers.

Published by OkieMan

I come from a family who migrated from the parched red dirt Plaines of southern rural Oklahoma. Migrating to blue collar working class community of East Los Angeles. There is where I was born. I am Mr. Writermelon. I can only write what my grammar and spell checker allows. I am neither profound nor profane. Boy howdy! Send comment to:

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