A CAMPBELL/BUCHANAN WEDDING
By Mike & Cindy Thames
On Saturday August 31st, 2002, at the
Pleasanton Highland Games, a happy event occurred for all to see. Michael
D. Thames, the Northern California Deputy Commissioner for the Clan
Campbell Society NA, married me, Cynthia Lynn Philippi, a Watson. The
ceremony was held on the front lawn of the Heritage House, located right
in the heart of the Alameda County Fair Grounds. There was so much
involved in the planning of this event that it was a miracle it ever got
off the ground. The greatest effort was the coordination between the
various entertainment groups that were to be performing that day. There
were the Scottish country dancers, a difficult group to deal with under
normal circumstances, the competing pipe bands, and all who supplied us
with the various necessities for family and friends such as cake, food,
flowers and music. But the gentlemen of the Caledonia Club of San
Francisco (the event organizers) came through with flying colors and a
level of support and cooperation that all involved were astounded at. They
made sure things were physically arranged so that all of us could have our
events and not drown each other out or steal each other’s shows.
At approximately 11:15 a.m. the ceremony
started off with Mike reading a poetic blessing and then we turned it all
over to the minister. The minister’s name was Stuart Sykes. Yes a Stewart
wearing the Royal Stewart Tartan. The Best Man was Jeff Campbell, Mike’s
partner-in-crime at the Campbell tent. The Groomsman was Dan Isdell of
Clan Wallace and provider of comic relief. At my bride’s side was the
Matron of Honor Marian Gibbons, (a Campbell married to a Buchanan) and who
came filled with great advice. The Bridesmaid was Susan Spiegel of Clan
Henderson of Glencoe, the Dressmaker for the bridal party.
The ceremony was uniquely poetic,
lighthearted and specifically intended for all to enjoy. Richard Brown
(Clan Campbell and one of the Highland Mercenaries) was the commander of
the sword guard that stood at attention at the front of the guests and
along the perimeter. The guard consisted of various friends from the clans
(Buchanan, Stewart, MacIntosh, Chattan, Gunn, Cameron, MacFarlane, et al.)
as well as a few members of the St. Andrew’s Renaissance Guild, their
Irish House and The Scottish American Military Society, of which I am a
member. Lest we should forget there was also the Legio X Fretensis, a
group of Roman Legionaries strategically placed across from their
Caledonian counterparts, a wild band of Celtic/Pictish warriors.
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Mike & Cindy Thames Wedding Guard
During the ceremony, the minister asked
if anyone present objected to the marriage. At Mike’s command, Richard
barked an order. At once, the men of the sword guard all pulled their
weapons and pretended to look threateningly at the crowd. While laughter
erupted everywhere, there certainly were no objections! The minister asked
me the typical questions to which I replied "I do." each time. Mike,
however, hesitated to ponder about sharing any fortune and stated "I’m
thinking it over. " But after teasing so, said "I do!" loudly for the
crowd. Then the minister said those fateful words, "Now, Groom, place the
Campbell Tartan on your bride." Suddenly, a loud and resounding "BOO!"
came from the crowd and once done, they laughed heartily at themselves.
Next was the sharing of the Quaiche Cup filled with Campbelltown Scotch.
We drank and when finished Mike turned the cup over and kissed the bottom
and handed it back to the Best Man. Jeff Campbell immediately exclaimed,
"Where’s mine?" In an interesting addition, the Minister then asked the
crowd for their agreement if we were married. They all proclaimed loudly,
"YES!!!"
Just before exiting, Richard Brown
stepped forward with flintlock pistol in hand stating "We now welcome a
new soul into the Clan Campbell!" and fired off a shot. We jumped over a
sword to symbolize our cutting away the past and beginning our new life
together. The exit music was an instrumental piece called "Soup of the
Day" (Get the implied joke? Campbell’s, Soup of the Day?) performed by the
Old Blind Dogs, a toe-tapping little ditty played on the small pipes. As
we got ¾ of the way back down the aisle now lined with a sword arch a mile
long, we stopped and did a little boogey dance. We were followed closely
by the wedding party who skipped out. Seeing 6’ 5 ½" Dan skipping next to
5’2" Susan was a riot.
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Still in our wedding clothes, we
proceeded directly to the clan march and a further humorous detail
followed us there. Followed us literally. I had had the idea of tying tin
cans to our backsides. They dragged along loudly as we passed the
reviewing stand. Alan Purves (the announcer) was surprised to see a newly
married couple pass by without having been given a head’s up about it. He
stated aloud this surprise and told the crowd to welcome the Bride and
Groom! Mind you, there was a representative of the Duke of Montrose at the
games and he had a large grin when he saluted our passing, Mike being an
Argyll.
With the cans dragging and clanking
loudly, we marched back out of the stadium and all the way back to the
Heritage House, where we had the reception. I targeted Susan for the
bouquet and with a good aim, tossed them straight to her. Mike shot back
the garter and all the men scrambled for it. There were toasts to our
health and cake and chilled champagne. Afterward we accepted tons of best
wishes. Finally, at 3:30, as the mercury soared to 100 degrees, we changed
out of our wedding clothes and retired to our clan tents.
Boy, what a day at the games!