Not mine, but my parents’.
Dad was in the Army, and Mom was teaching school. (They weren’t even living in the same town at the time, I don’t think–I’m pretty sure Mom was teaching school near Arlington, VA and Dad was in the Army at Frederick, MD.) They’d been engaged for awhile (Dad’s grandma’s ring, so they got it free), and they suddenly realized a few hard facts:
- They were broke.
- If they had money, they’d rather spend it on something they needed, rather than a wedding.
- My grandparents couldn’t afford the expenses of a wedding–even just travel and new clothes–that they would feel obligated to make if Mom & Dad had any kind of wedding.
So they took off from work on Friday afternoon and went to have a blood test. While they waited for the results, they had a beer in a bar across the street from the courthouse. Got the results, went and got married in their street clothes. (I saw Mom’s dress years later–very 1967. Madras plaid miniskirt dress.)
That night, they bought a very tough steak as a “treat” for dinner, and spent the “honeymoon” at Mom’s apartment.
Mom called up her father (my granddad) the next day and said, “Hi, Dad, Bob and I got married.”
My grandfather hung up on her.
My grandmother called my Mom back and explained, “He’s not angry, honey–he just didn’t know what to say.”
On Monday, they went back to their respective jobs. When Mom was asked what she did over the weekend, she said, “Oh, I got married.”
I think the only things they paid for were the blood test, license, rings, and the tough steak.