09 January, 2020


Traditions

A burning issue this time of year may well be Traditions - should they ever be tweaked or are they as set as Parliamentary Law? Like everything else, traditions had to begin. Be it religious practices, social or familial customs, traditions were, for the most part, handed down by word of mouth and reinforced by example.

Hank Williams Jr sang "Hank, why do you drink? Why do you roll smokes? Why must you live out the songs that you wrote? If I'm down in a honky-tonk and some ole slick's trying to give me friction I'll say leave me alone I'm singing all night long It's a family tradition." Listen to the entire Family Traditions song and you'll learn more traditions handed down by example. Some punishable by law.

Being a Southern girl, my family ate black-eyed peas, which represent coins and collards (dollars), along with some sort of porcine on New Year's Day. Still do. Traditions demand it.

Something old. Something new. Something borrowed and something blue. Wedding traditions, once sweet, simple and personal are now taking longer to pay for than some marriages endure.

It was not a destination wedding. It was to be held at the bride Sydney's church. The engaged couple had met in college. The duty of the Maid of Honor, an unmarried woman who attended the bride, began when England was both jolly and olde and class distinction reigned. After World War I, the Maid of Honor or Matron of Honor (married) became a designation of love and respect for a woman close to the bride. Sydney's best friend had been so since childhood and just had to be in the wedding party. The fly in the ointment was her BFF was a man. Sydney's betrothed offered Groomsman status to her dear friend, which would have eliminated one of his cousins. It was appreciated but didn't seem right. And idea formed and Sydney first consulted her future husband. They gathered their parents and the minister who was to perform the ceremony. They wanted no one to be offended or feel disrespected.

On a beautiful sunny day a group of people entered the church to share the joy of a wedding. Though some guests did not know one another, all knew the bride or groom. Happy tears escaped but not
one eyebrow was raised when Sydney turned and handed her bouquet, to receive her ring, to her Bride's Man of Honor.

A brave, loyal woman and two brave, loyal men, tweaked tradition with love and respect.

Bravo.

Happy 2020



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