“Something old, something new” my mother said.
“Something borrowed, something blue…”
“And a penny for your shoe,” my sister added.
The old was a handkerchief embroidered around the
edges by my grandmother.
The new was my dress; I had gone shopping downtown
on my own, buying a dress, tiny white hat, white gloves, the
high heels and a new crinoline. All were purchased on a budget
of $100.00 that my Grandma Schmidt had given to me.
I borrowed a small handbag from my sister, for the something
borrowed, but couldn’t find anything for “something blue”
That would come soon enough with marriage to a man who
didn’t love me–and who, I, in retrospect, didn’t love back.
You can make a lot of silly mistakes when you are eighteen
years old and don’t want to live with your parents anymore.
–Sandra Lee Smith
January, 2015, updated July 16, 2018