Oral histories on the bayou
I ran into an elderly neighbor on my walk this morning and said that I had just gotten back from New York and she said, “I was married in New York.” I said wow, why? And she went on to tell me how her girlfriend was living there and her beau or fiance was in the services and she was desperate crazy for company and so she moved there and took a room right across the street. She said her friend used the closed shade to indicate her beau was over and when he was not, she went over and kept her company.
I said how did you end up getting married there – you met someone? She said no, she was taking so long to get home her boyfriend came to get her in New York and marry her.
I said did your whole family come? She said no, her mother had been bedridden for six years and her older sister was taking care of her.