Weddings. What a joy. I’m excited to be helping my oldest son and future daughter-in-law plan their wedding as they prepare to take their vows. Nowadays, wedding celebrations include banquets, toasts, honeymoons, and photo shoots.
But there was a time when friends and neighbors gathered to give the happy couple a send-off they wouldn’t soon forget. One that included a surprise visit in the dead of night and lots of clatter!
Past Wedding Traditions
It’s almost a forgotten bit of wedding traditions–the shivaree. If you’ve never heard of one, you’re not alone. A shivaree was a raucous and fun-loving way to celebrate a newly married couple’s nuptials. It took place days, weeks, even months following the actual wedding. The element of surprise was key.
Though more prevalent in the 1800’s, my parents have told stories of shivarees that took place in their growing up years (mid-1900s). According to them, the Shivaree began with a late-night wake-up call of banging pans and noise-makers. Then the group would serenade the couple with songs such as Let Me Call You Sweetheart. Afterward, the late-night visitors would join the couple for snacks and desserts, often provided by the newlyweds.
Nineteenth-Century Shivarees
Shivarees of the nineteenth century were much bolder and at times down right ornery. I didn’t realize just how ornery until I did some research for a scene in my novel, Under Prairie Skies. Set in 1855, the scene has my main characters, Chad and Charlotte, and a host of others, traveling by the light of the moon to the unsuspecting couple’s home.
There, the bride and groom are awakened by rifle fire and banging pans. The barefoot groom is then blindfolded and spirited away in his nightshirt into the timber and left to fend for himself until daybreak. All the while, his poor, bewildered bride is wailing and calling his name. Not the best way to wish a new couple a joyous marriage! I won’t share any spoilers by telling how the scene evolves, but I will say Chad’s actions further endear him to Charlotte.
Shivaree Fears
Though I’ve not participated in or even known anyone to be shivareed, my husband attended one for his cousin when he was a boy. So, when we married, he had me more than a little nervous we would end up with his extended family outside our bedroom window some dark night banging pans and serenading us.
My fears never came to fruition, but all that first summer, I did a lot of baking and learned to be a very light sleeper!
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I’ve never read about a Shivaree; however, I watched one on The Walton’s just a few weeks ago! A group of about 3 or 4 men took the groom, blindfolded him, and took out and dropped him off. He had no idea where he was. His bride went to the Walton’s and they went looking for him, because he was now part of their family. They found him, the couple almost decided to part over it. The next night, they went back to finish and did the singing. The couple decided to stay together.
Hi Trudy! Yes! I remember that episode of the Waltons. It really was an ornery tradition. Thanks for stopping by to check it out.
My mother told me about this tradition although what my parents endured seem mild in comparison to some. They swapped out the clothes in the honeymoon luggage for rocks, towels and bedsheets.
Oh, my. They were just plain ornery back then. LOL!
We were shivareed shortly after our wedding in 1960. My new husband had to push down the Main Street of our town, Eureka,Kansas, in a wheelbarrow which the crowd of relatives and friends honked their horns and yelled as they followed along behind,