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1960s—Chapter 16
By Dr T
The Ends of the Story
A ‘Daria’ fanfic, so no claim to original characters, etc. claimed, just my plot twists. Based on an image from the last ‘Daria’ episode/movie, ‘Is It College Yet?’ Please remember, requests to illustrate my stories, etc. will be ignored.
December 31, 1969
By the calendar, the 1960s was about to end. The decade saw many social changes in the United States, and one of the authors who had and who would continue to keep the period alive in American literature for the next several decades was about to change her life as well.
Daria Morgendorffer had earned her BA with highest honors. She had several major works published (as DL Morgan) and her lyrics had helped several songs hit the Billboard charts. She would, of course, keep writing, and under the same pen name. Her legal name was about to change to Daria Church.
The practice stage on the LSC campus only had minimal decoration: a metal frame arch decorated with multi-colored ribbons and crepe paper flowers, but even from a medium distance, it actually looked tasteful – as much as Daria’s mother disliked admitting that even to herself. Marcus and two of his colleagues were in suits on one side of the arch, and the priest from the Newman Center associated with the campus on under it. To the other side, Jane and Quinn stood, in unmatched medium green dresses and jackets and white blouses, each with a small bouquet of white rose buds. Off on the groom’s side, the string quartet was just finishing playing a medley of Beatles’ songs. The first violin looked over and caught the signal, and the group started Mendelssohn’s ‘Bridel March.’
Off in the wings, Jake Morgendorffer was a very proud and happy father. He loved his daughters, and having met his soon-to-be son-in-law that Thanksgiving, felt his elder daughter had chosen well. He was smiling widely as she tucked her arm with his, and he walked her out on stage.
Daria was, uncharacteristically, smiling widely as her father led her across the stage. Like her two supporters, she was dressed in a green skirt and jacket, and carried a bouquet of white roses, although hers had full blossoms as well as buds. She also wore a small white veil.
Despite the temptation, she was neither booted nor barefoot. She still wouldn’t wear heels, however.
While Helen didn’t think much of the idea of being married on stage, by a Catholic priest no less (even though Daria had said he was a friend), she had to admit that in context, the ceremony was well-staged.
The decorations at the reception more than made up of the minimalist setting of the wedding stage. There were several banners which, while in a somewhat minimalist style, well-depicted scenes from the bride’s life, and the groom’s and the couple’s as well. Each guest received a booklet, which among other things, had photos of the bride, groom, and couple (Helen for one cringed at the three of Daria in full-hippie mode – busking in San Franscico, at the MLK memorial service, and at Woodstock), and there was also a list of each one’s publications towards the back of the booklet.
Helen also was NOT pleased that both the wedding gift and the place cards stated they were ‘Curtesy of Teresa Barksdale.’ Still, even she had to admit that the catering, while eclectic (who ever thought of having pizza along with more traditional wedding supper edibles?) was well-done, and the wedding cake appropriate. There was plenty of food and punch for all.
The bride and groom stayed until just after 11:00, and the reception officially ended at 12:15, New Year’s Day. Jane went home with Trent, allowing Daria and Marcus to spend their wedding night alone in their home. The pair flew to Miami on the afternoon of New Year’s Day, and spent a week in Key West.
-60s-
Many decades later, Daria could look back on a fairly long life, with Marcus managing to live past their fiftieth anniversary before dying from COVID in mid-2020. They had had a successful marriage; although there were many stressful times, they managed to work through them. Despite her oft-repeated general disinterest in the idea, Daria ended up having two sons. She and Marcus welcomed both, and doted on both, without actually spoiling them. In 2025, both her married with successful marriages and small families, one just over 50 and the younger three years younger.
Daria knew it was unlikely that any of her many published works would be required reading in future academic classes, but she had sold moderately well throughout her career. She had also lived long enough to see that, while her books might not be used in classrooms, her works on the 1960s, including her memoirs were being cited in a number of academic works. Some of the songs she had written the lyrics for still played on Oldies stations. Even though she had never won many awards, she felt fortunate, knowing she had made some lasting contributions to literature, music, and historical studies. Marcus’ many monographs, articles, and reviews made their own strong contributions as well.
Jane had had a successful career, as most painters did not really make a living off of their art, and Jane had managed to do so. Granted her two marriages were both rather short-lived, but she treasured the son she had had from that first marriage. By the mid-2020s, well into their 70s, Jane still painted; Daria still wrote. Jane had moved back in with Daria about a year after Marcus died, and used her old apartment as her studio.
The pair once again cuddled together, now comforting each other through the aches of aging and the losses they had suffered. Each lived in the past almost as much as in the present, but both enjoyed the arrangement.
Daria, always one to plan ahead if possible, wrote into her will that when she died, she was to be buried barefoot and with flowers in her hair. When she did pass away, she was buried just that way, a flower and a sunburst also painted on her face, between Marcus and Jane.
By Dr T
The Ends of the Story
A ‘Daria’ fanfic, so no claim to original characters, etc. claimed, just my plot twists. Based on an image from the last ‘Daria’ episode/movie, ‘Is It College Yet?’ Please remember, requests to illustrate my stories, etc. will be ignored.
December 31, 1969
By the calendar, the 1960s was about to end. The decade saw many social changes in the United States, and one of the authors who had and who would continue to keep the period alive in American literature for the next several decades was about to change her life as well.
Daria Morgendorffer had earned her BA with highest honors. She had several major works published (as DL Morgan) and her lyrics had helped several songs hit the Billboard charts. She would, of course, keep writing, and under the same pen name. Her legal name was about to change to Daria Church.
The practice stage on the LSC campus only had minimal decoration: a metal frame arch decorated with multi-colored ribbons and crepe paper flowers, but even from a medium distance, it actually looked tasteful – as much as Daria’s mother disliked admitting that even to herself. Marcus and two of his colleagues were in suits on one side of the arch, and the priest from the Newman Center associated with the campus on under it. To the other side, Jane and Quinn stood, in unmatched medium green dresses and jackets and white blouses, each with a small bouquet of white rose buds. Off on the groom’s side, the string quartet was just finishing playing a medley of Beatles’ songs. The first violin looked over and caught the signal, and the group started Mendelssohn’s ‘Bridel March.’
Off in the wings, Jake Morgendorffer was a very proud and happy father. He loved his daughters, and having met his soon-to-be son-in-law that Thanksgiving, felt his elder daughter had chosen well. He was smiling widely as she tucked her arm with his, and he walked her out on stage.
Daria was, uncharacteristically, smiling widely as her father led her across the stage. Like her two supporters, she was dressed in a green skirt and jacket, and carried a bouquet of white roses, although hers had full blossoms as well as buds. She also wore a small white veil.
Despite the temptation, she was neither booted nor barefoot. She still wouldn’t wear heels, however.
While Helen didn’t think much of the idea of being married on stage, by a Catholic priest no less (even though Daria had said he was a friend), she had to admit that in context, the ceremony was well-staged.
The decorations at the reception more than made up of the minimalist setting of the wedding stage. There were several banners which, while in a somewhat minimalist style, well-depicted scenes from the bride’s life, and the groom’s and the couple’s as well. Each guest received a booklet, which among other things, had photos of the bride, groom, and couple (Helen for one cringed at the three of Daria in full-hippie mode – busking in San Franscico, at the MLK memorial service, and at Woodstock), and there was also a list of each one’s publications towards the back of the booklet.
Helen also was NOT pleased that both the wedding gift and the place cards stated they were ‘Curtesy of Teresa Barksdale.’ Still, even she had to admit that the catering, while eclectic (who ever thought of having pizza along with more traditional wedding supper edibles?) was well-done, and the wedding cake appropriate. There was plenty of food and punch for all.
The bride and groom stayed until just after 11:00, and the reception officially ended at 12:15, New Year’s Day. Jane went home with Trent, allowing Daria and Marcus to spend their wedding night alone in their home. The pair flew to Miami on the afternoon of New Year’s Day, and spent a week in Key West.
-60s-
Many decades later, Daria could look back on a fairly long life, with Marcus managing to live past their fiftieth anniversary before dying from COVID in mid-2020. They had had a successful marriage; although there were many stressful times, they managed to work through them. Despite her oft-repeated general disinterest in the idea, Daria ended up having two sons. She and Marcus welcomed both, and doted on both, without actually spoiling them. In 2025, both her married with successful marriages and small families, one just over 50 and the younger three years younger.
Daria knew it was unlikely that any of her many published works would be required reading in future academic classes, but she had sold moderately well throughout her career. She had also lived long enough to see that, while her books might not be used in classrooms, her works on the 1960s, including her memoirs were being cited in a number of academic works. Some of the songs she had written the lyrics for still played on Oldies stations. Even though she had never won many awards, she felt fortunate, knowing she had made some lasting contributions to literature, music, and historical studies. Marcus’ many monographs, articles, and reviews made their own strong contributions as well.
Jane had had a successful career, as most painters did not really make a living off of their art, and Jane had managed to do so. Granted her two marriages were both rather short-lived, but she treasured the son she had had from that first marriage. By the mid-2020s, well into their 70s, Jane still painted; Daria still wrote. Jane had moved back in with Daria about a year after Marcus died, and used her old apartment as her studio.
The pair once again cuddled together, now comforting each other through the aches of aging and the losses they had suffered. Each lived in the past almost as much as in the present, but both enjoyed the arrangement.
Daria, always one to plan ahead if possible, wrote into her will that when she died, she was to be buried barefoot and with flowers in her hair. When she did pass away, she was buried just that way, a flower and a sunburst also painted on her face, between Marcus and Jane.
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