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THE WEDDING

Story ID:10281
Written by:Frederick William Wickert (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Story
Location:Gilboa New York USA
Year:1948
Person:me
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THE WEDDING
By Fred Wickert


To this day, I don’t know why I was there. I didn’t even know the couple. A guy and a girl were getting married. My parents insisted that I put on my suit and get ready to go. Mom, Dad, my kid sister and I were all going to the church for a wedding. I did not understand why I had to be there.

When we arrived at the church there were a lot of boys I knew from school where I was a freshman. We were even allowed by our parents to hang together before the wedding, and even during the wedding and afterwards at the reception. I thought to myself that it wasn’t going to be such a bad deal after all. Some of the other boys did know the couple getting married and informed me they were all right or good guys.

The bride was nowhere to be seen, but the groom was there and he was getting a lot of ribbing over something by his friends. Eventually someone stood in the church doorway and announced that it was time for the proceedings to get started and all should come inside and be seated. It worked out so that I was seated on the end by the aisle on the right side of the church. That gave me an excellent view of the proceedings as they were conducted in the center of the front.

During the ceremony there came a point in time when the bride and groom, side by side, were caused to get on their knees at the Alter. Soon after they got in position, I observed people begin, one by one to start to snicker and giggle. I thought that was strange and since it was supposed to be a solemn occasion, even a little rude. I whispered to the guy sitting next to me and asked, “What is everybody laughing about?” He replied, “Look at his shoes.”

I turned and looked down to the front of the aisle where the bride and groom were kneeling and I could see written in chalk in large letters on the soles of the grooms shoes, the words, GO TO HELL. I had no idea what the groom had been getting all the ribbing about before the service started, but this was obviously his way of answering them. It seems most of the older folks knew what it was all about and were highly amused by it. At the reception later, many congratulated the groom on his quick thinking in making a response to those who were ribbing him so much.

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