When I read the news that the Supreme Court had declined to review various gay-marriage cases, in effect making gay marriage legal in a number of additional states, my thoughts turned to my great aunt Tellie and her friend Marion. These two women were a part of my life as far back as I can remember. "Old maid" school teachers in a small town in Alabama, they shared a house and a life.
When they came to visit my grandparents, they shared a bed.
They taught me how to make fudge and penuche and they showed me how to make pineneedle baskets. Their jams and preserves took prizes at the county fair as did their needlework. They loved cross stitch, usually sitting side by side on a sofa to work on the same tablecloth or baby quilt.
And for those who argue that the mere existence of gay marriage threatens traditional marriage, I can't do better than quote from a Facebook post by my older, traditionally married son, commenting on a wail from a defender of traditional marriage that the Supreme Court had decided to ' watch marriage burn to ashes... ' "Speaking as someone who fully expects his marriage to be intact in another five, ten, twenty, however-many years, this reads so much like a lack of personal confidence. Maybe your own marriage is held together with chewing gum and brittle packing tape, but there's no need to project."