APRIL FOOLS’ DAY
A peculiar date to get married
It is April Fools’ Day.
Many years ago, on April Fools’ Day, my parents made a slapdash trip southward into the USA to get married.
Who chooses to marry on April Fools’ Day? I am always amused when I think about the absurdity of the entire situation. Like, what the H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks were they thinking?
Something tells me that they weren’t thinking about the implications of their choices. They were simply doing. Doing what the socio-religious rules of the day combined with their biological urges dictated.
It was a time when one pretended to adhere to religious and social doctrine. They faked chastity and purity because that’s what was required to fit into society. Getting “hitched” eliminated small-town rumours even if the marriage license did bring with it a plethora of more complicated problems.
Dad was only 20 years old on their wedding day - not even legal to consume alcohol. Yet he could drive to another country and sign a binding, life-long contract with my mom. She was the ripe old age of 23 at the time. After swearing their *sacred* vows at a courthouse, they visited a local bar where my dad was kicked out for being underage. How does any of this story make sense?
