Chili and Onions
Reverend John Shuler
I never have chili and onions without remembering my wedding day. Ford and I got married on February 6th, 1943. We had planned on getting married but had not set a specific day.
Then, this Saturday afternoon Ford came in on the bus from Camp Maxey and said he had a day off so he would like for us to get married that day, about 7:00 PM.
We had to have Daddy go with us to get the license because I was under age--16 to be exact. The problem was, Daddy was not home. He had gone into town for some reason. So we set out to find him. Actually, we met him on the way there as he was returning home. We three headed back to the court house to get the license.
We did get the license and then we had to go to the minister's home to have him perform the ceremony. keep in mind that we did not call ahead--We had no phone at that time!--or alert the minister in any way that we were coming, we just walked to his house. We were fortunate that he happened to be home.
We informed him that we wanted to get married. He was quite taken aback because they were just finished eating their supper. It was obvious they had chili and onions because we could smell them.
He apologized about the chili and onions and asked if we would pardon him while he used a mouth wash and put on a jacket. We replied, "Sure."
He did so and then came in to perform the ceremony. It was all over in a matter of five or ten minutes.
So now whenever I smell chili and onions or have them to eat it brings back all of the beautiful memories of our wedding, albeit a very simple one.
All of this rushing to and from the court house, the minister's house and back home was without any vehicle. We had a busy and tiring day--thank God we were young and vibrant. I am afraid today I might fore go getting married if I had all that to do!
NOTE I apologize for the dim picture. It is about 67 years old! By the way, Reverend Shuler died near a year ago. He certainly did a good job for us 67 years ago.
I never have chili and onions without remembering my wedding day. Ford and I got married on February 6th, 1943. We had planned on getting married but had not set a specific day.
Then, this Saturday afternoon Ford came in on the bus from Camp Maxey and said he had a day off so he would like for us to get married that day, about 7:00 PM.
We had to have Daddy go with us to get the license because I was under age--16 to be exact. The problem was, Daddy was not home. He had gone into town for some reason. So we set out to find him. Actually, we met him on the way there as he was returning home. We three headed back to the court house to get the license.
We did get the license and then we had to go to the minister's home to have him perform the ceremony. keep in mind that we did not call ahead--We had no phone at that time!--or alert the minister in any way that we were coming, we just walked to his house. We were fortunate that he happened to be home.
We informed him that we wanted to get married. He was quite taken aback because they were just finished eating their supper. It was obvious they had chili and onions because we could smell them.
He apologized about the chili and onions and asked if we would pardon him while he used a mouth wash and put on a jacket. We replied, "Sure."
He did so and then came in to perform the ceremony. It was all over in a matter of five or ten minutes.
So now whenever I smell chili and onions or have them to eat it brings back all of the beautiful memories of our wedding, albeit a very simple one.
All of this rushing to and from the court house, the minister's house and back home was without any vehicle. We had a busy and tiring day--thank God we were young and vibrant. I am afraid today I might fore go getting married if I had all that to do!
NOTE I apologize for the dim picture. It is about 67 years old! By the way, Reverend Shuler died near a year ago. He certainly did a good job for us 67 years ago.
posted by kyra lafain @ 10/27/2010 12:30:00 PM
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