The Diary of Lizzie Dopps |
Chapter IV After this winter term of school
was over, Eli and I chose April 2nd, 1871 for our wedding day.
It was a bright, sunshiny day, and I ran out in the sunshine
singing out, "Happy is the bride that the sun shines on." It was a quiet but happy wedding,
Sunday afternoon at my father's home near Rossville, Illinois.
My wedding dress was of white mull* and Ell was trim and handsome
in a very dark blue suit. There were just our immediate
families present. After the
ceremony, a wedding repast was served. A few days before the wedding, I
met a friend of mine, Jennie Young, who had heard rumors
of my approaching marriage. She questioned me, but I replied, "Now
don't you think I'd be awfully foolish to get married just as I am
succeeding in my teaching and gaining my independence?"
She half-heartedly agreed with me, but asked us to come over to
see her the next Sunday afternoon, or rather evening. After our wedding was over, the minister who had united us in matrimony remarked, "I guess I've done all the good I can do here, so now I think I'll go over to see Jennie Young and perform another good deed." "Is she going to be married today?" I exclaimed. "I think that is her intention," he replied. "Well," said I, "if
that is the case, she will have a newly married couple at her wedding.
She invited us over today, but did not say it was to be a special
occasion." So over we
went to her home to the wedding. When we offered our congratulations and good wishes, the minister said to her, "Why don't you return the compliment?" She replied, "What do you mean? She's not married?" "'Well," said he, "I
guess she is. I just came
from her home after having performed just such a ceremony for them as I
have here." Was she surprised! "I got ahead of you after all,
Jennie," I said, "although you meant to surprise me, by
not telling me you were to be married today, when you asked us
over." A heavy shower came up that night, but the next day dawned clear and cold. This was what they then called "Infair* Day"--the day the groom's people held a reception. Mother Dopps was a splendid
cook and served a most delicious "Infair dinner."
Thus ended the wedding celebrations. That summer and winter after we
were married, I taught school, and the next summer Eli and I went
on a belated honeymoon--you might call it--to Ohio to visit my
relatives, uncles, aunts, and cousins. It was a very happy journey, and I
was proud of my good-looking husband. There was one time while we were
visiting that they had a good laugh on me. We had gone to see another young
married couple. They were
building a new home, but did not have it quite finished.
The bedrooms upstairs were not yet partitioned, off, although
there was lots of room and two beds. When we got ready to retire, we
decided we girls would go upstairs first and get in bed, then the
husbands were to come up later. Just to have some fun at their
bewilderment, and I guess, too, to be a little smart, I said to my
girl-friend, "We didn't tell Eli which bed he was to sleep
in. Let's cover our heads
with the sheets and he won't know where to go." Up came the husbands all ready for
bed. There we were with the sheets over our heads and not a sound
from us. It was cold, too,
for them standing there. They
asked which bed each was to go to--not a sound from us yet. Then Eli said, "Veil,
I'm getting cold standing here and I'm going to get in bed.
I don't care which bed it is." At that I popped my head up and
piped out, "Here I am." And did they laugh.
The joke was on the joker and I didn't feel quite so smart. When we returned home everyone was
excitedly talking of "going out west."
A chance for a young couple to have adventure, taking up a
homestead in the western frontier among the Indians, and at the same
time, getting a home started and getting ahead.
We decided this was the thing to do, to take Horace Greeley's
advice, "Go west, young man, go west!"
We immediately began to plan to go to the great western frontier. *infair - infare, n. Also -fair, -far. Old Scottish infair, a housewarming, 1375; Old English infær, entering. The coming of a bride to her new home and the feast given by the bridegroom to celebrate this, hence often applied more generally to the day succeeding the wedding. Also in U.S. and Ireland and Northern English dialects.
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