Edna-isms, Part Forty

My wedding dinner.

"Lochinvar."  This was what my mother called my husband back when he and I were first dating.  "How is Lochinvar?"  "When is Lochinvar coming?"  It was a reference to an epic poem by Sir Walter Scott.  Evidently my grandmother (my mother's mother) used to quote from the poem.  Here is the poem's first stanza:

O young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword he weapons had none,
He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.