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Watch: New Orleans Second Line Weddings

Have you ever walked down the street and see lovers showing out like this? Some were taught to shun public affection, don’t kiss in public and so on but in NOLA bring your love to the streets and put in ya footwork!

There’s nothing like a New Orleans Second Line but a Second Line Wedding! I chase em down every chance I get. To be able to witness this public celebration of love is magical and is proof that love walks the streets and lingers in the Nola air.

In New Orleans, we celebrate nearly every occasion with a second-line parade, it doesn’t matter if it’s a neighborhood block party, a wedding or a funeral. We will take to the streets to celebrate life just because we are living!

Second lines also are part of the city’s wedding tradition. The wedding second line celebrates the newlyweds as they embark on a new life together. The mainline leading the parade for a wedding is made up of the married couple, the brass band and usually a grand marshal. The second line is the wedding party and anyone who want to join the celebration. I always join in on the love celebration, dancing, singing and snapping away.

All second lines stem from the African-American tradition of second-lining for private funerals, where brass bands play funeral songs/chants to accompany the hearse and mourners to the cemetery. After the body is buried, the band plays songs in honor of the life of the deceased.

On many Sundays during the year, social aid and pleasure clubs host second lines, dressed in coordinating attire, some with decorated umbrellas, parasols, handkerchiefs or elaborate hand fan while taking to the streets with a dance we call footwork. They will follow a certain route and make stops at bars and clubs finally settling at one location where crowds of people dance, eat, drink and celebrate together.

People from all over the world admire New Orleans for its rich tradition, culture and for its unique, lively atmosphere. Great times, great food, and great music are not hard to come by. In this city, every day is a celebration. “Laissez les bons temps rouler” translated as, “Let the good times roll” is our motto and there is rarely an occasion that is not considered to be worthy of celebration. Weddings in New Orleans are unique experiences in themselves. One of the most popular traditions of all during weddings is the infamous Second Line.

 

 

If you are seeking a location for a destination wedding I highly recommend my beloved city, New Orleans.

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Photo courtesy Omunene/Creative Commons

The link below has a great article on Second Line Wedding planning resources.

https://www.theadvocate.com/article_726d303f-5957-5eee-b925-8c6ffb5f7cad.html

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Source: Dee Hollins, The Nola Chic and The Advocate

 

A native of New Orleans, who left her beloved New Orleans to spend twenty years of living in the land of Minnesota Not So Nice. Minnesota was full of opportunities but would learn that the soul of the state and the people who made it was just as icy cold as the temperatures. After the years and my 40th birthday flew by, I decided it was time to pack up my youngest child and come back to my roots, my birthplace the city that not only birthed me but gave me life. I would not be who I am without my New Orleans beginnings. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a premature baby born with a severe medical disability. And only With the help of my mother, was it possible for me to BE! I was able to endure and survive the obstacles laid before my child and me. In a city that was built by my family, but did not allow for us to reap the benefits I overcame. Charity Hospital was my second home — a building filled with miracle workers who made it possible for my daughter to have life. I have lived a life of rainy days with peeks of sunshine, that are my children, including those not of my womb. I'm the proud mother of three and a grandmother of three. My dream was to live the life of the nursery rhyme of ”The Old Lady Who lived in a shoe,” and for the most part, I did. I cared for several children over the years as a special needs foster parent. I would learn that my love was not enough for some children, but I loved them through their pain. I'm not sure if I ever had a case of true love or came close to what love looks like on television, but I had my share of men and the mirage of love. I survived two abusive marriages. Though I longed to return to New Orleans on a daily bases, I must admit my move was one of the best decisions made for me. I am a college graduate; I was a successful entrepreneur. I coowned a soul food restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I developed the talent of creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul. He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute. But with the challenge of creating a simple wedding cake, I was able to find healing. I created the House of Cakes in honor of him. Minnesota life had me pretty materialistic. I worked to the point I do not remember much, but work and handing my children love money. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, the ultimate provider and being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me of what I was told was a generational curse of lack of everything from money, love to even self-love. But for the most part, that life poisoned my heart and soul. I was blinded by visions fed to me by the media. I was told I wasn't anything unless I was better than the Jones's. I lived being ok with a broken, bleeding heart. Life like this did not exist in my family while living in New Orleans from what I viewed with my eyes and soul. We may not have had all the things I acquired over the years, but we were happy, we were together. Family outside of New Orleans wasn't family anymore. We lived separate lives and had awkward moments when we bumped into each other in public. I hated living in Minnesota even though life their helped me in so many ways. I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home, myself, my New Orleans. I'm here, and I love it. Even being in the so-called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes, New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together, we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up!. I just know in my heart that New Orleans will provide for me. There's a bank account with funds in it owed to me by way of back pay for my ancestors. And I will receive my inheritance, and I will continue the traditions and customs of the old to keep the heartbeat of New Orleans beating. I'm down in the boot, living the life that feels right to me awaiting my destiny...

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