Margaret Mary Kelly, 82, Wants to Marry Paddy Regan, 84
Father
Brennan had been pastor of St. Ignatius Church for 20 years, a long
time for any one priest to remain at one parish. Usually the archbishop
would transfer a pastor after he had served seven years. By that time,
parishioners might have needed a fresh face and fresher homilies and the
pastor, truth be told, might like to see a few new faces himself in the
pews every Sunday morning.
That
wasn't the case with Father Brennan, however. St. Ignatius was a parish
in decline in terms of parishioners and he loved those who were still
there, the ones who hadn't moved or passed away. There were only about
60 people left now, most of them widows and widowers as well as one nice
elderly maiden who had never married, Margaret Mary Kelly, who studied
early in life to become a nun but ultimately decided that life as a nun
was not for her. She moved back home to care for her aging parents and
did a fine job. Her father died at 84 and her mother at 81.
Margaret
Mary herself now was 82. That's why Father Brennan was surprised to
hear--word travels like a rabbit in a small parish--that Margaret Mary
was thinking of marrying a widower older than she was, a man named Paddy
Regan, 84, who lived in another parish a few miles away. She had never
in her life shown any interest in marriage. Nor did she ever have to
fight any men off. She was a fine woman not known for her comeliness as
much as for her wit and her holiness.
Father Brennan didn't know what to think.
"Well,"
he said to himself over a cup of tea, "if Margaret Mary wants to get
married, we'll do our best for her. I just hope the groom-to-be is in
fine health. The two of them may not realize that in the Catholic Church
a couple must be able to engage in sexual intercourse or the marriage
would be null and void. I know they have all these medications now to
give a man a boost but at 84 a man might need a rocket to get the job
done."
Sure
enough, two weeks later, Margaret Mary rang the rectory door bell and
asked to see Father Brennan. He was about to eat lunch but asked her to
come right into his small library where they could sit and talk.
"I'm
planning on marrying Paddy Regan, Father, a widower one parish over,"
Margaret Mary began, "and I thought I should come see you to make the
arrangements. At our age, Paddy and I would like to get married as soon
as we can. Even though we have no serious health problems, God might
call either one of us any day now. So we'd like to take our vows and, as they say, start living happily ever after, however long that might be."
Father
Brennan didn't know how to begin to approach the potential problem of
the couple's physical readiness to engage in the conjugal act, the
Church's official term for sexual intercourse within a marriage. Even if
Margaret Mary had brought Paddy Regan with her, it wouldn't have been
any easier to approach the subject of Mr. Regan's potency or lack
thereof. Father Brennan figured Margaret Mary might be marrying for
companionship as might Mr. Regan. Every once in awhile, however, another
Hugh Hefner pops up but that had happened only once before at St.
Ignatius parish and the man, a legend in the neighborhood, died on his
honeymoon, blissful, Father Brennan hoped, at age 87.
"Well,
Margaret Mary," Father Brennan said, "you say you and Paddy are both in
good health. Does he get out and about or sit around all day watching
TV?"
Margaret
Mary didn't know what to say except that Paddy Regan had struck her as
being in fine shape, no matter the fact that he was into his eighties.
After all, he had been a widower for three years so he must know what he
wanted to do. Besides, he had been married twice before and both wives
had died of natural causes. The first one had given him six children and
the second one had given him another five. All of the children, well
into adulthood now, were married, had good jobs and were a joy to Paddy.
Besides, he didn't drink or smoke and could dance much younger women to
the point of being too tired to continue. Light on his feet, Paddy
was.
Father
Brennan's reluctance in getting down to business had a lot to do with
knowing Margaret Mary had once studied to be a nun and had spent the
rest of her life taking care of her aging parents. She was a very
spiritual woman. When possible, she used to bring her parents to daily
Mass until they got too sick to come. After both had died, she herself
attended daily Mass at 6:30 a.m. and had been doing that for at least 15
years. He doubted Margaret Mary knew much about sex, never mind the
Church's requirement that any man seeking to marry had to be capable of
having sexual intercourse. There would be no pass for Paddy Regan if he
couldn't deliver the goods, as Father Brennan liked to think of it. God
bless Paddy if he's up to it, Father thought, and then chastised himself
for the unintended pun.
"Well,
Margaret Mary, I know that you and Paddy won't be having a family but
tell me are you sure he's looking for a wife and not a housekeeper?"
This comment did not sit too well with Margaret Mary, who rustled in her seat.
"Father,
I told Paddy Regan there would be no messing around till I had a ring
on my finger and we had said our vows. I told him I was a virgin and I
would remain a virgin if we didn't get married. The man has had two
wives, Father, and 11 children. I don't think he's looking for a
housekeeper. He has a daughter who comes over twice a week to clean his
house and she does a fine job of it. No, he's looking for a wife, I can
tell you that. We have only kissed and hugged but he doesn't kiss me the
way he might kiss his sister who, God bless her, is still going strong
at 90, having been widowed twice herself. If I had a brother, I'd
introduce him to her. A very nice woman."
Father Brennan decided he probably had to get to the point.
"Margaret
Mary, your intended has had sex for most of his adult life and this
will be something new for you. I imagine you have some idea what to
expect if Paddy is still able to make love. Some men at his age aren't
capable of doing that any more. You are probably aware of the physical
aspects of marriage, I'm sure, and what will be expected of Paddy in the
marital embrace." Marital embrace was another term the clergy used when
discussing sexual intercourse.
Margaret Mary took a deep breath, uncrossed her legs and looked Father Brennan right in the eye.
"Father,
all we have done is kiss and hug but on his birthday Paddy asked me to
sit on his lap and give him a big kiss. Well, if he's not healthy enough
to have sex, Father, I wish he had taken that crowbar out of his
pocket. Scared the dickens out of me. I almost jumped off his lap. Can
we get down to business now and set the date. Paddy and I aren't getting
any younger."
Father
Brennan coughed, looked at his desk calendar and said "How about four
weeks from now? That will give us time to announce the bans of marriage
in church and do everything right. And, of course, I'd like to meet
Paddy Regan myself so I'll recognize him at the ceremony. I'd hate to
make a mistake and marry you off to the best man."
Margaret Mary Kelly left the rectory that day happy to have the date for her wedding set.
That night, Father Brennan called another priest a few parishes over and told him about the upcoming wedding without mentioning any names.
They both had a bit of a chuckle and marveled at how hope springs eternal in the people of God, whatever their age.
Then the other priest, before hanging up, said he'd bet the flower girl will be at least 65.
Donal Mahoney