I didn’t know what to expect, Momma never gave me the ‘birds and bees’ talk, and all the whispering us girls did late at night was scary and confusing. But I knew Arthur was a gentleman, and we were in love. It wasn’t until the third night when we consummated the marriage. I was surprised how quick it took. Wasn’t really disappointed or overjoyed because I didn’t know how it was supposed to be. But Arthur seemed satisfied, which was the important thing. Over the years, it became just another chore like waxing the floor. Would recite the Twenty-third Psalm to myself until things were over. Seldom got past ‘my head anointed with oil’.
Mildred Stanford Hayes pondering her honeymoon in SECOND BLESSING