The Scarf

   The Coplin Weaver family and cousins totalling about thirty shared the weekend of July 20 sharing family oral history. A grand project for any family at one time wealthiest family in Guntersville Alabama. In  in the sixties The Mother and four daughters their own pew at the FUMC in town had plenty to tell. The Father, insurance man and realtor was a Baptist.  Reports are the often told story of their caretaker of color  Mary Phinell got the most traffic. 

    But I have a story to tell of twenty years ago here going public for the first time.  I wanted to tell this a story at the reception for the wedding party on April 1 2006, the Friday evening before . Yes, it was April Fools’ Day 2006 and the night before they were married, but I was asked not to say anything because the father of the bride now deceased may be encouraged to share and my friend Susan Weaver loved her father, but she was scared that if me and him said something who knows where it would go, so I had to stay quiet while Mark Morgan of Duke, brother of the fiance,  Morgan charm the group and got all the accolades and I just had to sit on it But here’s my story. I was president and founder of the sugar booger adoration society, sugar booger, married the Prince so that was Susan Weaver and John Morgan my assistant vice president  was Andy Myers of UPS ; and  in charge of recruitment was Russ Beeene,  a screeenwriter, who had  an obvious case of undiagnosed Asperger‘s so we didn’t want it to grow and it didn’t . So  on that night. I wanted to tell the story Susan beginning when she was about 20 years old shared a lot of family information with me and with the two friends Andy and Russ we felt like we did a good bit over that six years that she was enchanted with the prince or always more like six and more like 14 years total, but he came around and it was good for everybody and it was a great wedding , one aunt Katie called it storybook they got Jackie Weaver‘s 1956 Cadillac convertible and road from the church down Main Street to the library that was under construction and it was really humid and everybody was sweating, but we had a reception there they had they had their wedding meal there but the reception the night before when people were talking And so Mrs. Weaver was a quiet woman. She made perfect on math on the ACT in 1965 and taught math at the high school and I ate lunch at school a lot and I would see her at school but I said I saw her one day in the hall outside the luxury. I said Ms Weaver I have a story about Susan. I gotta tell you, but you can’t tell her I told you,  and Ms Weaver Looked me straight eyes   said I don’t see why not she tells you everything I’ve ever said and I said you know what can I say? I mean she nailed it. That’s pretty much the truth and so but so Susan this has been about 1993. She calls the house about 11:30 at night and my father who had married Edna after mother died my mama he was disturbed about the whole situation. I said not worry about it. It was a special situation so she was on the phone she was in a dither. She wanted to get the Prince  something for Christmas, but didn’t want to show her hand. She wanted to do something  do something appropriate and ask my advice and I said well I haven’t had a lot of experience in romance, but there was a girl at Furman I dated for a year and a half and second Christmas rolls around and I said ask my mama said mama You know what should I get this girl for Christmas? Momma said  she thought a real nice scarf would be appropriate so I got her a scarf and  at Christmas I gave her  a ride from Furman up to her aunts in Gastonia North Carolina. We stopped at the roller rink in Spartanburg  and they were playing the crocodile rock but I couldn’t skate.  it was hilarious and just a sweet night and so I thought I was in love for sure but by February of 73 of the next year a fellow classmate moved in on me and it was over for me and they got married went to   USouth Carolina  law school and had some beautiful children and grandchildren >  Susan says OK OK I won’t get him a scarf