The first time I heard gay marriage mentioned, I was incredulous. Two gay people couldn’t get married! It simply…well, it wasn’t done. I wasn’t objecting to their homosexuality. I was objecting to the disturbance caused to my mental categories.
Love and marriage, love and marriage
Go together like a horse and carriage
Dad was told by mother
You can’t have one,
You can’t have none,
You can’t have one without the other!
In recent years, dad is being told something else by brother.
I must have heard about gay marriage sometime in the 1970s. It made an impression when it was mentioned by my mother. We had never discussed homosexuality. Neither of my parents did. Oh it might be observed, “Look at that Liberace! He sure is queer.” It wasn’t a criticism so much as a wonderment, as if he were playing with three hands.
After selling our family home in Urbana , my mother lived in a series of rentals. One was a nice one-bedroom, living-dining-kitchen combo across from Urbana High School. She began shopping at the White Hen Pantry next door, and being my mother she made friends. It was owned by two women who remain in my mind as Dee and Dollie, although I wouldn’t swear to it. When they discovered she was a retired bookkeeper, they asked her to come to work for them, keeping the daily books and occasionally handling the cash register.
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