June is the month we associate with graduations, class reunions and weddings, to mention only a few annual observations. Of course, there is also D-Day, Flag Day and Father’s Day.
The month of June, was named after a goddess named Juno, the protector of women in all aspects and especially in marriage and child-bearing.
It was customary for people to wed this month because of the abundance of flowers everywhere to mask the odor emanating from nonbathing people in early times. Hard to imagine that – with our ritual in modern times of daily showers. Perhaps the phrase “Cleanliness is next to Godliness,” had not been coined yet.
Bathing was not as simple back then as it is now with running hot water and no need to heat a tub of water on the stove. This story tests one’s credulity: A man on a flight who had not bathed for days and the pungent odor coming from him caused people to vomit and faint until he was removed from the flight.
And, lest we forget, the first day of summer is in June. At least it says so on our calendars.
We in the Midwest have been more fortunate with our winter than other parts of the country where snow has been falling almost nonstop. But we greet the first warm days of spring just as gladly as those who have been buried under a record-breaking snowfall this past winter.
You might be familiar with these quotes from one of my favorite authors, Mark Twain: “Everyone talks about the weather, but no one does anything about it.”
The second quote goes: “If it weren’t for the weather, 90 percent of the population couldn’t begin a conversation.”
As a child, we were happy because June meant the end of another school year, and we looked forward to carefree days in the sun.
June also used to mean invitations to class reunions as well as weddings. You may have heard what the late comedienne Phyllis Diller once remarked, “When I went to my class reunion, everyone there had gotten so old and over-weight they did not recognize me!”
Happy wedding day to all June brides.