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Mail-Order Bride

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July 9, 2024

In the mid 1990's, for those too naïve to know better, on-line dating appeared to be a revolutionary and novel concept. It seemed to take the love-seeker's world by storm when the internet hit its stride. But seeking matrimony, if not love, by correspondence is far from a modern concept and it certainly predates our legendary mail-order brides of the post Civil War, American West.

According to Becky Little, writing for The History Channel, the early Virginia colony was faced with a growth and permanence challenge due to the lack of women. The colony placed ads to attract brides, and pay passage to Jamestown, to marry its bachelors. These daring women later became known as “The Tobacco Brides”. The Jamestown brides program attracted 90 women who came over in 1620 and another 56 who came over in late 1621 and early 1622.

This Morgan Weistling painting inspired this poem when I saw just a touch of apprehension in this young lady's face. What courage these young women had in coming to the untamed West, far from the civility and comforts of eastern cities. Would her suitor be a beast and a brute or an understanding, gentle man?

He who finds a wife finds a good thing,
And obtains favor from the Lord.
Prov. 18:22

Mail-Order Bride

The tragic war between the states 
Decimated the  crop of men
Particularly those of marriage age
Ladies had slim pickin's back then
 
Annie Blade replied to my ad
Entitled "Matrimony Desired"
It described a man out west
Who wrote, "Want for children required"
 
Seein' she had no suitors at all
On the downhill side of twenty-four
She was intrigued and curious 
With spinsterhood knocking her door
 
She discretely replied in haste
Lest another be found before 
Expressing interest with query
Return more info she did implore
 
Months later came my eager reply
In which I fair-stated heartfelt
I was somethin' less than handsome
But with young foolish ways I'd dealt
 
I am respected by townsfolk
We would go there once a week
I fear God, I'm reg'lar Biblin'
Strivin' towards humble and meek
 
My modest ranch ain't the biggest
But for three years has shown return
I could guarantee your security
I then asked for what she did yearn?
 
She replied prompt and forthrightly
A man caring, able and strong
Would enable her to grow love
He must high-value right and wrong
 
Annie agreed to come meet me
I wired her the stagecoach fare
Offerin' she wouldn't have to stay
If, seein' me, she did not care
 
When  the stage rolled in I worried
What if she didn't like me at all
She glanced out the curtain at me
I scarcely believed my windfall
 
She looked pretty and sweet and soft
But what 'bout took me to my knees
When she emerged from that there coach
Was her smile puttin' me at ease
 

She was tender and so refined
But her hands had known some rough work
As I clasped them gently in mine
Meanin' she’d not be one to shirk

I smiled and beamed just like a boy
Hoped I was still showin'  manhood
She said, "You look  'bout as described
But some taller which I find good"

We shared a meal at the café
'Pleased me her healthy appetite
I soft-asked how she felt so far
She smiled sayin’, "Relieved and right."

I put her up at the Bismarck
In the finest room that they had
The circuit rider hitched us up
Eight years now I'm five times a dad
 
The Lord sent me Annie to wed
To cherish, protect and provide
I love my children's sweet mother
Praise God for my mail-order bride
 

by Rik Goodell
© 2024 All rights reserved

This Morgan Weistling painting is bursting with a story, one that I had to write.  To see more of his work, visit his website:

https://www.morganweistling.com

 

 


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