[Newspaper]
Publication: The Cincinnati Enquirer
Cincinnati, OH, United States
vol. 36, no. 295, p. 4, col. 4
TIN TINTINNABULATIONS.
A Tenth Wedding Anniversary in
Covington.
The joys of ten years have passed away in the married life of Mr. and Mrs. Bradford Shinkle. We mention not sorrow, because if there were any they leave no trace in the happy and still young faces of the worthy pair to-day. They gave their hundreds of friends a most happy opportunity to congratulate them last night. It was the night of their tin wed wedding, and we say hundreds, because there were hundreds there, and hundreds more deprived in various ways of the pleasure of being there.
The magnificent residence of Amos Shinkle Esq., in Covington, where this only child and his bride of a decade make their home, was filled to overflowing, spacious as it is, with an assemblage representing the beauty, fashion and genuine worth of many cities. It would be vain to attempt a description or an enumeration, at the late hour at which we write, of the brilliant throng that added its brilliancy to the already rich and shining elegance of the surroundings. All that it is practicable to say at present, in these particulars has been said in this general way, and we can only add that it was a company whose very numbers and varied tastes in dress and conversation were the means of an universal sociability and enjoyment. The evening was thus made to pass away almost imperceptibly, and there would have been abundant pleasure without the delicious parlor orchestral music that charmed the senses, or the tropical fragrance that loaded the air, or the generous repast that adorned the supper rooms.
The bride and groom, their pretty children and their honored parents were as gracious to all as the most exacting could wish, and nothing was lacking to an evening of quite, but substantial and genuine pleasure.
There were no gift remembrances, this common place feature of such celebrations having been discarded in this instance by the honored young couple. None, did we say? Well, there was one, and its distinctions as the only one entitles it to a careful and exhaustive mention. It was a plain tin piepan, and on its inside face was written, with pen and ink, this legend:
"1868-1878."
"Mr. and Mrs. L. C. Weir are pained to express their regrets at their inability to accept Mr. and Mrs. Bradford Shinkle’s invitation for to-night. They improve the opportunity, however, to join with other friends their congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Shinkle that they have so satisfactorily blended their lives in the past decade, and to add a hope that they may reach the silver and golden stages of the journey of life, surrounded by added blessings and increased joys."
