If our marriage lasts, we’ll celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary next Friday!
What do I remember of that day in September?
The sheaves of wheat that I collected and affixed to the church pews. Our enscribed napkins, orange with blue asters, which I was so pleased with because in those days everyone had plain white. My bouquet of fragrant, white stephanotis and jasmine, which couldn’t be found when I arrived at the church—soon discovered by our chauffeur friend, Barry G, where they were supposed to be, in the trunk of the car he was driving. My sister Joan, our four-year-old flower girl, so cute. The many glowing comments on the food, prepared for 150 people by the Crystal Springs United Church Ladies Aid: turkeys, hams, potato salad, mashed potatoes, garden vegetables… And the midnight supper at the dance: homemade buns, cold cuts, cheeses, pickles, squares, cakes…The orange slacks I sewed for my “going-away” outfit (to Prince Albert for two nights before going back to university) to go with an Italian sweater, cabled in orange-and-yellow that I’d splurged on—and still have! (I also designed and sewed my wedding dress; if you look closely you can see the uneven hem.)
And what does Magellan remember?
“The groom’s party and friends rented the whole hotel for $20 a night—all seven rooms with a bathroom down the hall. One room had a lock. In another room the bed’s broken legs were replace with a coke case and a log. According to the register the last guests were “Mr. and Mrs. Smith.” The proprietor scraped most of the rings off the tub with a razor blade so we could pretty up for the big ceremony. The night before included a lot of reminiscing and a bit of drinking, or was it the other way around? The next day we struggled between helping and not getting in the way. In the end, the church and hall were beautifully decorated. The bride was gorgeous—I couldn’t wait to say “I do” and put a ring on her finger. (I know, isn’t he sweet…) While the wedding party left for two hours to the big town of Melfort for photos, our guests reminisced a lot and drank a bit. We got some confetti in our hair and our best man’s father’s car got so much in the heat vents that he could re-live our wedding for the entire winter. The dinner and toasts reflected the joy of the occasion coinciding with the end of harvest. The evening started with dancing to 45s and 78s but ended with some local farmers jamming country standards. It was a shame to leave after the midnight supper. The party was just getting into full swing.”
How many marriages make it fifty years I wondered. Take a guess:
According to Stats Canada from 2011, you’d be right if you guessed (c).
We’re not the first among our friends and family to reach the 50-year milestone. Both sets of our parents. Numerous aunts and uncles. Among friends, Wade and Sheryl, Marilyn and Skip, Orval and Arlene, Sara and Tony, Fred and Sheila, Monica and Stu…
In our families, the longest-married couple is my Aunt Ethel and Uncle Ross who celebrated their 70th anniversary July 12 (beating out Grandma and Grandpa Danchuk’s 68 years together and Magellan’s Uncle Dick and Aunt Max who made it to their 64th). I couldn’t find Canadian stats for this, so take a guess at how many Americans have marriages lasting seven decades:
According to 2015 stats from The Washington Post you’d be right if you guessed (c).
How about 80th wedding anniversaries? This June when we were at “The Pit,” a bar in Dawson City, I noticed this photo.
Joe and Annie Henry still hold the record for the longest marriage in Canada’s history—80 years and ten months! (CBC has it wrong, saying it’s Bill and Gertie Nickerson from Nova Scotia, but there’s was 80 years and five months.) Annie and Joe’s Canadian record for the longest marriage was surpassed by an American couple, Zelmyra and Herbert Fisher, who made it to 87 years.
Joe was 23 years old when they got married on July 15, 1921; his young bride Annie Mitchell was only 17. Yukon pioneers, they hunted and trapped together on the Blackstone Uplands, living in Moosehide and Dawson City and raising twelve thirteen children.
Instrumental in the construction of the Dempster Highway, Joe acted a guide, breaking trail and determining the best route for the Cat train to follow from mile zero Ogilvie Ridge. When we drove the Dempster Highway, I read that before it was named after Corporal William John Dempster of the Royal Northwest Mounted Police, it was called the “Joe Henry” or “The Joe and Annie Henry Highway.” (What we didn’t know is that at Km 112 of the Dempster Highway, there’s a plaque dedicated to Annie and Joe.)
Joe was known internationally for his craftsmanship in making snowshoes and other bush tools. Annie was an expert at making beaded moccasins. In later years Annie and Joe recorded stories of the land and the Hän language to ensure the culture and traditional knowledge of the Tr’ondëk Hwëch’in was passed on for future generations. Joe died in March 2002 at the age of 103; Annie in October 2005 at the age of 99 or 100, her exact birthdate is unknown.
Who knows, if we live beyond July 2050, when I’ll be 100 and Magellan just north of 102, we might be Canadian record-holders! In the meantime, on our way home from Norway we’ll be celebrating our 50th at Aizle Restaurant in Edinburgh with our granddaughter Clare and her friend Keenan. Why there? Clare is doing her masters at the University of Edinburgh and Keenan is doing his at the University of Glasgow—why not celebrate with the young?
Update: February 18, 2023. I have just read “50 Years” from Almost an Elegy, Linda Pastan’s last book before her death last month:
Though we know
how it will end:
in grief and silence,
we go about our ordinary days
as if the acts of boiling an egg
or smoothing down a bed
were so small
they must be overlooked
by death. And perhaps
the few years left, sun-drenched
but without grand purpose,
will somehow endure,
the way a portrait of lovers endures
radiant and true on the wall
of some obscure Dutch museum,
long after the names
of the artists and models
From Explore North here’s more about Joe and Annie and even more from Tr’ondëk Hwëch’in.
Your wedding dress is one of the most unique gowns I have seen and the uneven hem made it even more beautiful. Happy 50th and yes next year we will celebrate our 60th.
Love the story of your wedding day, it was just as special as you are.
60th! Way to go Arlene and Orval, our Crescent Blvd neighbours, our favourite of all time.
Wow 50 years of wedded bliss! Amazing and inspiring. i found the stats you included very interesting. I know we are own the minority of friends that are still on the first go around. Brian’s starter wife is still that same young women..I guess we both got it right. Again congratulations on a job well done. Love Heather
Apparently Canada is no longer collecting stats on this, which makes sense as more people take to living common law. “Starter wife” made me smile as I often say “your second wife will get that right…”
Happy Anniversary Kerry and Gloria.
You two have covered a lot of miles together and now you’re about to pass by a very important mile stone together,
We start to realize more and more how privileged we are to have each other to experience these miles and mile stones..
Your write up really conveys a sense of the value you two place on this privilege.
Wade and Sheryl
Your wedding day was a beautiful sunny fall day. I remember the dress I wore. I remember the tour of the hotel. As a 16 year old, I was a bit shocked. Only one room had a door that would lock!?! I remember meeting your Grampa McLeod. What a gentleman! And I remember sewing a blue garter for you on the trip from Saskatoon to Crystal Springs. Great memories!
Happy Anniversary and many more!
I wonder which room with the unlocked doors is hiding the blue garter? Did grandpa MacLeod, with his stoic Scots Presbyterian manner, scare you?
Do you remember that GS1 really wanted me to wear a white pantsuit, which would have been tres avant- garde in Saskatchewan?
Happy Anniversary! Of course you’ll make it. 50 is a good time to pull out all the stops; 60 even better. Our 60th was a beautiful summer day (July 14) perfect for the gathering of relatives, and friends in the yard. 70th celebration on hold – each morning we’re thankful to be together in our own home – breakfast as usual becomes the celebratory event.
I remember your 60th—we picked peonies from Grandma Danchuk’s yard for you and Al and Janie talked about the meteorites that landed in their backyard. Breakfast as the celebratory event for our 70th—I get it and hope it’s bacon, rosti potatoes, tomatoes and toast. Much love to you both.
Very awesome pictures and congratulations to the two of you on your 50 years together.
Very nice that you have included others in celebration of wedded bliss, says a lot about you both, the Yukon plaques are priceless and add greatly to the story.
The more we travel, the more we realize the incredible debt we owe to people like Joe and Annie, Gunnar and Ranghild, Martha and Sid, Georgia and Agnes, and countless others, who pioneered the path our travels.
I love this blog. Happy Anniversary!
Soon it will be even better when superwoman Jodi finishes with some technical work.
Happy anniversary, you crazy kids.
A full zen experience last night for we kids, heart-shaped northern lights surrounded the moon. Enough to make one howl.
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