Wednesday, October 7, 2015

With This Stomp, I Thee Wed

Nine thousand one hundred thirty one days ago, two people of different faiths dared to get married.  And here we are, twenty-five years later, still mixing it up.  I think it’s a miracle. 

Here we are beneath our Jewish chuppah, with our Presbyterian minister, having a half-Jewish, half-Presbyterian, half American wedding.  

Stomping on the glass! Mazel Tov!

Finalizing the wedding, just before cutting the cake.

I think tradition says that a Jewish wedding is finalized by stomping on a glass (it beats me why).  Maybe a Presbyterian wedding is sealed with the exchange of the rings (it beats me why).  But I considered that our wedding was complete when the minister, acting on behalf of The State, signed our marriage license. (I didn't think about it then, but it's just weird that a religious leader acts on behalf of the state for this one function.)
Hi, all you wonderful people. Thank you for participating
in our wedding, lo those many years ago!
Thanks for wearing The Green Dress and The Rented Tux!
When we decided to get married, we were living in New York and Connecticut.  We asked my parents to find a place in Baltimore for our wedding – a place with a worshipful atmosphere, preferably with a pipe organ, but not overtly Christian.  In a few days my Dad reported back to us that he had found the perfect place.  It was not a church, had no obvious Christian symbols, but was a solemn worshipful atmosphere, and had an organ.  The place?  - the Levinson Funeral Home.    

Thanks, Dad.

We got married at the chapel at Goucher College, in Towson, Maryland, thankyouverymuch.


My, what big eyeglasses we had back then.

One reason our 25th anniversary is a miracle is that at our wedding reception we survived the Jewish celebratory custom of having people lift you up on a chair and then dance around while holding you up in the air.  We hoped that these people had been lifting weights for several months before attempting this. 

Demonstrating my bouquet-throwing skills


Thank you, God, for this man and this marriage.





  

7 comments:

Cassi said...

Wedding rituals are very strange, aren't they? We got married in a Unitarian Universalist church, and had several Native American readings, along with short vows we wrote. I think I also felt that final "you're my husband" after we signed the paperwork :-)

Jen on the Edge said...

Happy anniversary!

Erris Langer Klapper said...

Congratulations on 25 years and here's to many more! Love this post!

Angie said...

Hope you've had a wonderful Silver Anniversary! Congratulations!

Karen (formerly kcinnova) said...

Happy Anniversary!
I'm glad you both survived being carried on those chairs. What a party that must have been! (Shaking my head over your dad's choice of venue...)
I never thought about it being a Presbyterian wedding before, even though dh and I were both raised that way/still that now. I felt married with a ring on my finger, but he considered us married as soon as I said yes.

PS: The green dresses were a lovely choice, IMHO.

The Crislers said...

Happy (Belated) Anniversary!

Your wedding sounds so fun, but your marriage- at least as seen through this blog- seems even better. Was that chair thing mandatory? Because I'm pretty sure that would have been a deal-breaker for me. I wonder how many chair-in-the-air-related injuries and deaths there have been? Just a fun thought for your anniversary.

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

What a mash-up of wedding awesomeness--my favorite part is the idea of having your ceremony at a funeral home. Though I get how it fit the bill.
Congratulations on your anniversary.