The Groom Wore Chains – Its Stahl Ave Again

English: The logo of the of Singapore.

English: The logo of the of Singapore. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Singapore Sling for me-1=

Singapore Sling for me-1= (Photo credit: Sheba_Also)

This past Saturday I attended a wonderful cocktail party to celebrate the upcoming nuptials of a couple who will do the actual deed in Singapore on December 21, 2012.  Celebrations by our family for decades, certainly since the 50’s (my memory span) have centered on the the joys of marriage and self congratulatory acclaim on the longevity of said unions – for those able to claim the longevity thing that is.

Now this party was the howdeedoo of welcoming a couple into that hallowed state of union since none of us present could get to Singapore itself, and since we were unable to attend, the host and hostess decided to do a solemn ceremony honoring the young couple.  The performance of said ceremony was a surprise not only for the couple but all the attendees.

Singapore Slings, the signature libation of the evening, complete with other drinks of choice got the party started.  Hors d’oeuvres of every imaginable delicious sort were provided through out the evening and of course the cake – can’t possibly party without cake.

The poor couple must have been asked at least twenty times what a traditional Singapore wedding entailed and finally resorted to saying they would keep us informed each step of the way as it involves a number of ceremonies.  Also in attendance was my world traveling nephew who had spent most of that last two years traveling Africa with his wife who traveled to 347 cities in 30 countries on their own personal mission for Wisdom Exchange TV and here for their Ignite Excellence site.  More on that another post!

Anyway back to the solemn ceremony.  Well it wasn’t too solemn as all mock weddings should shun solemnity.  The bride to be was whisked upstairs to be dressed in style and the groom was given a bow tie and chains for his ankles. (I just need a moment here as Johnny Cash sings…I got stripes around my shoulder I got chains around my feet)…..ahh that’s better.

Dec 3 12 031My  brother dressed all preacher like sporting a carnivore bbq apron, knitted hat and other accoutrements not at all related to marital bestowment read from a book on golf as lessons for marriage.  (He himself being wed for more that 45 years can be considered an expert.)

Aside from side splitting raucous laughter and mighty cheers this event took me back half a century when mock weddings were played out at regular times on Stahl Avenue.

During the second World War my grandparents bought one of those big two story homes with large front, back and upper deck porches.  It was the central meeting point at least each Friday when all the aunts, uncles, cousins and other ne’er do wells congregated for an evening of merriment.  It was the place we each took new dates to meet all and it was the centre for mock weddings.  It became customary that my parents and uncles and aunts had to celebrate the 15th wedding anniversary and the 25th in style.

This meant using curtains, lamp shades, quilts and anything else at hand to dress the bride and groom.  My uncle Dick usually was the minister and my grandfather hauled out his shotgun to oversee events and make sure the groom did not make a run for it.  My more talented cousins danced, sang or played the violin and guitar.

As children watching adults convulsing in laughter and delighting in the jokes we all grew up with what some might consider a rather warped sense of humour.

Saturday past was not special just because of the events, the celebrations, but because for a short time during the ceremony and the cutting of the cake I thought I caught from the corner of my eye other generations long gone now swirling around the room and laughing and cheering.  For just one moment they were all with us.

Here Comes the Bride..uh..Mother of the Groom!

They say the wedding day is all about the bride and this certainly is true especially
when I am the bride.  (Don’t even ask).  Good fortune is having people around who love
you no matter what and the no matter what can be the MOG (Mother of the Groom)
who was her own shining star in The Wedding of the Year.  It was a good thing that William and Kate got their tawdry little affair over in April to clear the decks for The Wedding.  Well I should correct any misunderstanding here – I loved the Royal Wedding and as some of you may recall my sister who lived in the same apartment building as I showed up on my doorstep at 5:30 in the morning, in her pajamas with sleep tousled hair and a homemade at-the-last -moment Fascinator.  It was fascinating and almost as much fun as being there!  And dear William and Kate, who I encourage to call me Mummy, are a delight.  So without putting down their attempts at putting on the dog as it were I shall just bask in the glory of my moment. Uh I mean the bride’s moment.  It’s a darn good thing my daughter-in-law has a terrific sense of humor – actually both DILs do which is probably why we get along so well and they have a high tolerance level for moi.

So having promised pics many moons ago and just having received them a few days ago I
thought I better get posting as some of you, my blogging friends, have a very long memory.

The Groom and Mommy I raised this child just for this moment!

 

Not all my exes live in Texas..Son's Dad

 

light hearted and fun lotsa laughs

 

Two Brothers My Sons

 

The Groom, The Radiant Bride and her Father

 

 

 

Family History Mystery

My great grandmother, Annie Dolly (Dorothy) Frampton was born February 14, 1884 at 4 Poole Rd. in the Subdistrict of South Hackney in the County of Middlesex England.

 A certified copy of her Entry of Birth obtained in June 25, 1963 lists her father as Francis Frampton whose occupation was listed as Commercial Traveler.

 Her mother was listed as Edith Frampton formerly Davies. Annie’s birth was registered on April 18, 1884.

 A google search shows Annie Frampton born 1884.  A search under her father’s name of Francis only reveals the birth of perhaps one Francis born 1842.  I don’t know if this could be him as he would have been 42 yrs when she was born.

 The search for her mother shows one name of Edith Davies born 1847. It could be her as she would have been 37 yrs.

 It is unknown what happened to Annie or her family but four short years later there is a certified document from Dr. Barnado’s Homes: National Incorporated Association, obtained Dec. 14, 1944 stating that Annie Dolly Frampton came from England to Canada under the auspices of THE ANNIE MACPHERSON HOME, Stratford Ontario (which had amalgamated with the Dr. Barnardo Homes) July 1888.

 How was she orphaned?  What happened to you Annie?

In my research I came across excerpts from a book written by Kenneth Bagnell on the orphans who came to Canada and how badly they were treated. My heart breaks as I think of what it was like not only for four-year-old Annie but all the thousands of orphans who were imported for cheap labor.

Over eighty thousand children were sent over through different agencies.  Their intentions were good thinking to send the children to better lives.  Many years later the program was stopped when facts of abuse and slavery were revealed.

 Annie MacPherson’s part in the Bagnell’s story says the children were aged nine to eighteen but of course this cannot be accurate since my great grandmother was just four years old.

 Somehow she came to live with the White family as a maid where she married the only son.

 I have a very aged parchment certifying Robert White was born in the Parish of Glasgow Scotland.  The parchment is his military discharge paper.  He enlisted in the Horse Guards on April 17, 1858 at the age of 26.  He was honorably discharged March 30, 1859 after paying twenty pounds and had been in service for three hundred and forty-seven days.  I have no information how he came to settle in Ontario.  Yet.  He had one son, James Henry White.

 I have the original marriage certificate of James Henry White and Annie Dorothy Frampton dated December 20, 1899 in Stratford Ontario.  My future great grandmother was fifteen years old.

My great uncle Jack used to tell a story his father told him how after the wedding James’ mother told Annie to get out of the nice wedding clothes and get back to work. James reportedly said that his wife was no one’s maid and he promptly packed her up and headed of to a life together.

 My most immediate thought right now is: and we think we have it tough?

 “The little immigrants: the orphans who came to Canada – By Kenneth Bagnell”

 To be continued.

I Swear -The Worst Movie Ever

I Swear The Worst Movie Ever

 I put little faith in movie reviews and think it is too bad when critics pan what is truly a good movie, but worse yet are the ones they rave about making me wonder who is getting payoffs AND makes me wonder when the public responds with a hellya are they just trying to fit into what is popular? I know, I know…. Personal appreciation and perception is well…personal but my head swims and my tummy does somersaults.

 Last night after a nice patio dinner out my sister-in-law and I decided to see BRIDESMAIDS. When she mentioned it I was all ‘Oh I heard such good reviews, lets go!”

 One review I read said it was, “An unexpectedly funny new comedy about women in love.”

 It has nothing to do with women in love, in fact it is about the Kristin Wiig character who is so screwed up she settles for the worst kind of lover, the booty call only, and clumsily tries to deal with the downside of her life not very well.

 We watched as the movie started, flat and boring thinking that any minute the story would start to flow, that something or somebody would connect but it never happened.

After about thirty minutes my SIL looked at me, brows furrowed, and said, “Seamus O’Reagan at CTV said it was a great movie.”

 We suffered through hoping that redemption for monies paid would miraculously appear.

Alas it never did.  The theatre never did rock with wild laughter but there was a chuckle or two at the banal scenes. Go figure.

 There was never at any moment chemistry between any of the characters.  It really did seem they were just reading their lines, no passion, and no connection as if they each said the lines alone on a stage.  Just saying words.

Mind you the writing was flat and that moment of humor that should have occurred was missed.  The timing was awful.

 The cast was wooden apparently unable to show appropriate emotion, or any emotion and the writing was equally as flat lacking any revelation of something more than a sulk. I am not sure any actor on earth could have accomplished the goal to entertain as it was written.

 Even the worst movies have a redeeming feature and in this one it was Melissa McCarthy who I had never seen before but she could well become a big star.

 If your tastes go to inappropriately used F* shots, and bridesmaids with food poisoning barfing in porcelain thrones while another defecates in a sink and another says the most horrible things about her children including profane name calling, and do not require well written wit you may enjoy it.

PS It was interesting watching other viewers.  One young guy probably about 25 was riveted in his seat; leaning forward, chin on his hands smiling to beat the band.  Another young, no older than 20 wearing minus 0 size clothes girl overheard me say it was the worst movie ever as we left, and she looked at me and said, “ You’re kidding? I thought it was so beautiful I cried.”

 Go figure.  Maybe it is an age thing.

 

 

 

Choo Choo on VIA Train..to a Wedding we go

Choo Choo on VIA Train To a Wedding We Go

The hot hot Chef, kilts, lost rings and a borrowed bra must wait, for this tale can only begin at the beginning.  A tale that finds us on an early and mysteriously sunny  Friday morning – mysterious I say – because the next three days promised rain and lots of it.  Was this a promise of better weather to come?  Had Dave MacDonald our local weather man just been in a teasing mood and suddenly decided to play with our minds?  Would the Stanley Cup ever come back to Canada?  No immediate answers, just early morning pondering.

Our traveling party was made up of three ladies; the MOG, c’est moi, the MOGs sis, and the MOGs great aunt.  I had given each of them instructions on how big a suitcase each could carry, not bossy style, let’s just call it firm leadership.  Neither were rail way travelers but I am and enjoy transportation done by anyone but me, be it planes, trains or automobiles. It smacks a bit of luxury.  When I drive in Toronto I seem to generate some horn honking, and it is not Canadian Geese.  I just cannot wind in and out at break neck speed, neither am I able to move the vehicle forward into a group of humanity and know they will move to safety.  Now keep in mind my aunt, first believing she must get herself there actually bought a GPS.  Good grief and God Bless her!

My great aunt F has some infirmities so I knew there would be challenges, not the least of which is, her health and various medications, a  wheeled walker from hell that I am now expert in folding up for trunk packing, and the fact she will not wear two rather expensive hearing aids.  Oh …oh I almost forgot a touch of endearing senility. (You know if she ever thinks to click on my blog link I installed on her computer screen I may have to do some mighty fast talking.)

My nephew drove us to the station and the conversation went like this:
Me:  did everyone pack their wedding clothes?
Sis: I’m all ready
Auntie: I did, but are you SURE there will be an iron in the room?  I must iron my dress.
Me: Yes F there are irons.
Auntie: WHAT did you say?
me: THERE ARE IRONS IN THE ROOM.
Auntie: Well if you are sure. I have a small travel iron I could have packed.
Sis: It’s okay there are irons in the room.
Auntie: I hope I packed my insulin else I will be in trouble.
Me: DID YOU PACK YOUR INSULIN?
Auntie:  Well I think so…I must have..I used it this morning.And I am planning on eating every sweet thing there is.
Me: Auntie I want you to be prepared, once we are seated they will put your walker some place safe.
Auntie:  MY WALKER? I need it at all times.
Me: You will be seated, they will bring it out when you need it.
Auntie:  But it’s my walker, it must be always at my side.
Sis: It’s okay you won’t need it.

The train arrives and the staff have made provisions to assist Auntie out of a door close to her.  My sis will assist and it is my job, being the leader and all to proceed to the other end to collect our luggage. Sis often refers to herself as my Sherpa, but this time I will shoulder this responsibility.  What a brave little bunny I am.

Auntie is pretty sporting as we make our way to Front street.  Cabbies await. Ah more service.  But he throws the bags in the trunk, when I say, we must make room for the walker.  So I assist..which is what I do.  God bless me! Then he must clear his front seat to make room for me.

On arriving at the King Edward Hotel – the King Eddy – we disembark. To be found with steps.  Not a lot mind you, and the gents at the front are very accommodating.

If getting you this far has been a challenge..guess what? There is more..and I am SO ready to tell you.  The lunch..then rehearsal party…the bride, the groom, the minister, the Aunt of course, and my sister oh and the ex-husband, his wife..how charming…oh my…

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