Mediaeval Wedding

On July 3, my sister got married in Calgary (yay!!).  The event was mediaeval-themed.  And when you gather together a bunch of Hoskins, many of whom are history buffs and many of whom are also believing Anglicans, you don’t get your run-of-the-mill mediaeval wedding where everyone is in mediaeval clothes, whoop-dee-do.

Now, we were in mediaeval clothes — of course.  And not just the bridal party,

clergy (who, as Anglicans, inevitably wore mediaeval clothes),

and most family,

but almost everyone present.

Besides the fantastic garb, the ceremony was pretty mediaeval.  The core of the ceremony was from the 1959/62 Canadian BCP — itself just a trimmed-down version of the mediaeval Sarum marriage ceremony (my translation thereof to be made available soon).  To the BCP order for the solemnization of holy matrimony, certain portions of Sarum were added.

These included a couple of very nice prayers (you could identify at least one because it ends “through the ages of ages” — I translated literally from Latin, rather than the traditional “world without end”) as well as the exchanging of rings.  After Bishop Uncle Derek blessed the rings, the exchange was as follows:

Juniper:  With this ring, I thee wed, with my body I thee honour, and all my worldly goods with thee I share. Then the husband shall place the ring on the thumb of his wife, saying: In the name of the Father, Then on the forefinger, saying: And of the Son, Then on the middle finger, saying: And of the Holy Ghost, Then on the ring finger, saying: Amen.

Janna did likewise.

In keeping with the Sarum Use, after the couple had received reserved Sacrament in the Lady Chapel, the knelt before the high altar of the cathedral.  There a canopy was held over their heads by their attendants, and various prayers of blessing were prayed over them.  The canopy symbolises the home they are to create together as husband and wife.

At the close of the ceremony, Juniper saluted his bride.

After the ceremony, there were the obligatory modern photos in a park.

Some of these you saw above.  Various hijinks ensued, inevitably.

Some of them involved swords.

Following this, we went to the reception.

To make the bride and groom kiss, we all shook blue pennants (cut by me, glued by Jenn).  The stone wall behind the head table was made by our cousin Andrew Hunt to cover up bookshelves.  He did an excellent job.

He also looks good in a kilt.

I was MC, and got to send the tables up.  Each table had a shield with a heraldic figure on it, and they were called in that manner, from House of the Unicorn to House of the Boar (not Bore).  There was ham, chicken, green beans, potatoes, carrots, and salad.  Forks were optional.

There was also mead.  And I got to hold Juniper’s drinking horn, one of the moments of glory in this short life of mine.

Following dinner, there was cake.  Uncle Derek prayed the traditional Hoskin prayer of blessing over wedding cakes, then they cut the cake.

Then I changed into modern clothing and did the mediaeval Scottish sword dance

We followed the Sword Dance with mediaeval group dances, which are clearly the ancestors of Scottish Country Dancing.  We did a Pavane and two things with silly names such as “Peascop.”  They were good fun, and I have no photos to show you of them.

There was also a first dance, of which my photos are trapped on a memory card at the moment.  Here are some more pleasant photos for your viewing pleasure, such as my Dad’s fantastic cope.

And my brother Jonathan and his matching family.

And my lovely wife and I.

And Uncle Ted and my cousin’s fantastic costumes cannot go without mention.  Uncle Ted originally had boot covers, but there was a costume malfunction.  They lie abandoned beside him.

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