Our wedding day
When I was a student teacher, the matriarch of the faculty was the Latin teacher and head of the Foreign Language department. One day I entered the teachers’ lounge for the first time and found a seat. Soon, in walked a tall, imposing woman who stood in front of me and stared. A teacher next to me whispered, “You are sitting in her chair.” I quickly moved. Did her chair have her name on it? Oh, no. This was a part of the culture and teacher hierarchy. I was respectful and found myself learning to listen to her over those student teaching weeks. Her husband, who had been a Southern minister, had left her for a member of his congregation. Her response? “Marriage at its very best is difficult.” I was amazed. She had gotten beyond her anger and resentment to offer lessons in life.
I am on my second marriage. I am still friends with the father of my children. He is a good man and father and I really like his wife. I learned from this Southern Latin teacher that yes, marriage is difficult but life goes on.
Then I married my Favorite Yankee. I really believe we complement each other. We are opposites in many ways but we share common interests also. I was attracted to his amazing blue eyes but also to his intelligence. He knows so much about so many things- history, economics, politics, science, geography. When I am watching the news, if I need to fill in the gaps, I ask him. Intellect is extremely important to me. We can have the most amazing philosophical and political conversations, even when we disagree.
But this Yankee can sometimes be blunt. He can sometimes forget his time in the South and the need to “be nice.” This is when the Jersey Boy comes out. He grew up with the Mafia in his neighborhood after all!
I am a spoiled Southern Daddy’s girl. My Frugal Favorite Yankee saves Huddle House coupons to treat his buddies on Tuesday morning. He travels to all the grocery stores in our town for the best deals. I go the local Ingles because I hate Walmart. He questions the charges of every plumber, landscaper, and repair person. I argue they are laborers and need the money. So we balance each other. I can no longer be a Southern Princess but the marriage works. If Daddy had been privileged to meet the Yankee before he died, he would have been pleased. However, he would have instructed him to support me in the style to which his Southern Princess had become accustomed!