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THE
TALE OF THE VEIL
My
husband and I were married in the 1970s. My mother made my dress and
veil. Five years later, we bought a house and took all the things
that had been stored at both sets of parents’ houses. Sometime
later, I unpacked the dress and veil. Unfortunately the crown of the
veil had been crushed beyond repair. So when our daughter got older
and wanted to place dress-up, I let her use a lacy top and the
crushed veil when she wanted to play bride. We played it over and
over so many times. As she got older, we put away those make-believe
clothes and they stayed packed away for many years.
After
our children moved out, my husband got his study back and I got the
third bedroom for my library. The one thing I made sure to do was
make a corner into a grandchild’s play area, including make-believe
clothes. The time has come to take that old, worn veil out again. My
granddaughter has worn it a couple of times. But she is just two and
I see her wearing it many more times as she plays at Granddaddy and
Grandmommy’s house.
I
look forward to telling her how her great-grandmother made the veil
for Grandmommy (and show her our wedding pictures in the albums),
then how her mommy played with it. Just think—four generations have
had their hands on that bit of fabric and netting.
I
like tales that link the generations in our family.
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