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wow, wow and more wow. Thanks to all for sharing your travels here. Love seeing each of your journeys.
Much of my summer was consumed with family joys - a wonderful, if somewhat expensive passing of time. Here just a couple of photos of a very happy couple and their older daughter on the 27th and then the 28th of August. Many thanks to Dobbs for providing both hats!
Alan, Congrats!
Daniele, Charlie, Jeff, Jack, Fantastic photos!
Charlie, Esther, Manfred... thank you for the kind notes. I wanted to share this photo for Charlie. We had discussed the ritual of signing the ketubah (marriage contract) earlier in another thread. Present are the signers of the document... the bride and groom, the two witnesses, the rabbi... and in this case, the dad - to make sure there is no funny business. ;^)
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... and a photographer.
Charlie, Esther, Manfred... thank you for the kind notes. I wanted to share this photo for Charlie. We had discussed the ritual of signing the ketubah (marriage contract) earlier in another thread. Present are the signers of the document... the bride and groom, the two witnesses, the rabbi... and in this case, the dad - to make sure there is no funny business. ;^)
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... and a photographer.
Ours was less formal. We signed it on one of the groomsman's backs.
Ours was less formal. We signed it on one of the groomsman's backs.
Perfect! It worked, didn't it, Frun?!!
Several distinct memories,I'd guess.Hahaha!
You signed it so that's all that matters.
Well, our city hall was most unromantic and ugly hall. The guy who married us didn't really know how to pronounce my name and they had a little mishap with their volume on the stereo.
The wedding march was so loud our ears rang for 10 minutes afterwards...
At my mother-in-law's funeral in 1986 the priest referred to her by her last name throughout the entire service. As if that wasn't bad enough, about half-way through the service an elderly Hispanic woman entered the church through the doors on the left, made her way across the front of the nave (i.e., where the congregation sits during normal services), and when she discovered my mother-in-law's casket blocking her way she put her hand on it and used it to steady herself as she used the first step (that leads to the pulpit) to go around it, did the same thing to step down on the other side, then continued to exit through the doors on the right without ever showing even a hint that she knew there were other people in the church....The guy who married us didn't really know how to pronounce my name...