Our marriage license seemed to meet the test.
Entitled "License and Certificate of Marriage," it has the embossed gold "Seal of the Circuit Court of Ingham County, Michigan," along with signatures of the county clerk, the deputy county clerk, our two witnesses and the minister.
Ah, but it doesn't prove our marriage was registered after the ceremony in the courthouse.
I wish we had known. My parents' final years were in a home just blocks from that courthouse.
The very pleasant motor vehicles clerk who assisted us disappeared through a door with our marriage license. We waited. And waited. Area residents in line for service also waited. And waited.
We wondered if perhaps someone was calling the courthouse in Michigan.
Apparently not. The clerk informed us the certificate would be accepted if we completed still another form.
At least our birth certificates, mine from Michigan and my husband's from Massachusetts, passed muster.
These new licenses are designed for better national security and protection against identity theft.
My daughter's tale makes me wonder. As she kept her maiden name, she had no need of a marriage license. But she needed a new voter's registration card as a proof of residency.
She went to the Berkley County courthouse, gave her name and got her card.
A bit astonished at the ease, she told me that she asked, "Don't you need some kind of ID proof?"
"Oh, I guess I could have asked to see your driver's license," the deputy clerk said.
Now that's real security.
Contact writer Evadna Bartlett at eva...@dailymail.com.