“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

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