This summer we celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary. Wood - sturdy and beautiful. Natural. We gave each other lovely jewelry boxes crafted by an artisan whose work we had long admired. A meaningful but private celebration - just like our wedding had to be.
You see, we were married in Canada. Not because we were rebellious young people who eloped because our parents disapproved (though they did). But because our own country would not legally recognize our relationship, which had by then already lasted 25 years.
The Canadian wedding took place on a magnificent June day at the Shakespeare Garden in Stratford, Ontario. The natives were wonderfully hospitable and accepting - from the chef who sent special wedding treats to our table, to the elderly women across the aisle in the swan boat on the Avon River who, when they heard the reason for our fancy dresses and corsages, jumped up to congratulate us.
At the end of the ceremony, in proud, formal tones, the officiant reminded us as we signed the register: "Your relationship is now a part of history."
Then we came home to the state of Maryland, where both of us were born and educated, have worked and paid taxes, but where our relationship is not part of history. To paraphrase T.S. Eliot: It was, you might say, not satisfactory.
We have worked hard at contributing to our community. Between us, we have 60 years of teaching experience, much of it in colleges and universities in Maryland. We have published scholarly and creative works and won distinguished teacher awards at our respective institutions.
One of us has served on political campaigns for candidates she is committed to; the other serves as a poll judge for every election. We support the arts with memberships and subscriptions to Baltimore's theaters, museums and symphony.
As new grandmothers, we happily provide child care for toddlers in our family. Just as important, we have provided elder care for ill and dying relatives and friends.
We try to live honorably, to explore the spiritual values of our own and other religious traditions, to create meaning in our lives by contributing to the well-being of others. At First Unitarian Church of Baltimore, where we are members, one of us serves as secretary of the board and chair of the music committee, while the other coordinates the ushers and serves in the nursery. We both occasionally lead worship services, organize social gatherings and cook for Our Daily Bread.
