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Shaking, I grabbed her hand and said……………..
Shaking, I grabbed her hand and said…………….. JUMP!
We held onto each other so tight, nothing would separate us.
No way would we be parted, we were in this together for life.
The applause was deafening.
It was tradition to Jump the Broomstick on your wedding day.
The next thing was to smash the special piece of crockery for the event as the number of pieces would denote the number of children we would have.
Women were given a single bloom from the bride’s bouquet as they pinned monetary notes on to her wedding skirt. Men came up to shake my hand and palmed notes to me in the process. Such joy and merriment on our Special Day.
Now forty years later we are still together. Each piece of the broken plate holds the name of one of our four children, and The Broomstick stands in the cupboard as broomsticks do, it being an important part of our life history and that of our offspring who jumped it too.