This is the story of the 'Eggshell Bride'. It happened when I was about 8 but the tale surfaced every time a Wedding up for about 10 years. I still feel very sorry for this poor woman.
It was in the early 1950s. Wedding gowns were about as modest as Maria's in 'The sound of Music'. It was also assumed that the dress would be dazzlingly white.
The local newspaper came out on Thursday afternoon and listed Weddings planned in houses of worship for the weekend. Because most houses of worship in town were open during the day for private prayer, ladies of a certain age would sit in back pews to observe the ceremony. This provided a fertile source of conversation over tea until the next Wedding surfaced.
In this case, the Bride decided to break with tradition. Because of her coloring, she dared to have her dress made in a color known as eggshell instead of pure white. As the story goes, she also carried ivory roses. Even her veil wasn't pure white!
. Every old biddy in town knew what THAT meant!
The 'Eggshell Bride' was a subject of great interest until the Pastor of the church got wind of the speculation that
was going around the congregation. On the next Sunday, he delivered a sermon on 'The Eggshell Bride'. He preached about how the color of the Bride's dress had nothing to do with her virtue or the sanctity of the church and how parishioners should be more open minded.