I love a good ghost story...
Invites to the "Whiddon - Whiddon" nuptials must have looked very awkward.
Guns in 1641 were pretty inaccurate even over short distances.
Whoever shot here would have been immediately spotted by the crowd.
That is so sad. It reminds me of my wedding day. Everyone was crying. My brides mother was crying as we got married. My new bride cried on the way to the hotel. I cried when she got undressed. I mean, everyone cried that day.
. . . and she voted by mail for biden.
Snowdrops....
Great to have a firsthand account of how cold, wet, and misty it was on one October morning in 1641.
Love ghost stories, BUT...
I didn’t think it was common for brides to wear white until the early 20th century.
The church door was open and I stepped inside
I was still hoping that she changed her mind
There were beautiful roses in a bridal bouquet
But she stood at the altar in a veil of white lace
I pitied that stranger for all he could see
was their life together through eternity
My heart filled with anger when I pictured the face
Of a false hearted quitter ‘neath a veil of white lace
I reached in my pocket when the wedding was done
My hand touched the locket, then fell on the gun
It shattered the silence as it left its trace
Stains of red crimson on a veil of white lace
I walked from the church house, as I dropped the gun
But stopped on the steps, for there crossing the lawn
My sweetheart was saying she decided to wait
Death to a stranger ‘neath a veil of white lace
Death to a stranger ‘neath a veil of white lace