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Feb. 20th, 2009 10:15 pmI was speaking to my Mother on the phone and as usual she has entertaining small town gossip. In particular it is home-town Parish gossip -my favorite kind. She plays for a lot of weddings, so I love hear to hear about that. She has a wedding coming up for this large extended clan from the parish. I will call them the Smiths. (because we should pretend to protect their privacy while I share the dirty laundry) They are holier than thou. Some of the women were still wearing veils long after Vatican II said, "take the doily off your head Madge someone might try and put a drink on you." They are super Catholic. They all have a bajillion kids and they just look so darn serene and holy that it makes you want to go out and commit a sin just to take the edge off. Now I wouldn't say that all the guys looked like cavemen but they don't look like folk who like to offer their two cents on the works of James Joyce. The women in that family look tired. But you would too if you were churning out 8 boys with enormous heads. Seriously, we are talking Ted Kennedy melons. So they are thought well in the church. And I grew up with a couple of boys and they were nice enough -if mute. (they turn out a lot of boys in that family. Girls are rare)
So my Mom is playing for a Smith wedding. I immediately was trying to think who was getting married. I knew all the older boys had and a few of the older girls. The only one left would be the baby of the family (after that the rest are still under 15) and he is my sister's age. (19) Yes. The youngest son is getting married. At nineteen.
BUT WAIT the story gets more entertaining.
Because immediately one thinks, "gee that is awfully young." He is getting married to the Deacon's daughter. She is a couple of years older than the groom and has a child from a previous relationship. How nice, the deacon's daughter and a well-place family unite in holy matrimony.
It seems the wedding was originally booked for June and now la-di-da they are getting married in February.
Who has raised eyebrows????
A comment was made at the rehearsal that one hopes the bride has a dress that fits well because she was showing pretty darn well.
See it isn't truly a Catholic wedding unless the bride is pregnant. (I sometimes wonder if my wedding didn't count because I didn't walk down the aisle a little pregnant. Oh well a girl can try eh?)
Oh and they are doing a nuptial mass. (those things can go longer than the Oscars) AND there are going to be four priests at this thing.
I asked my Mother, "What do all of them do up there? Wander around on the altar like free-range chickens?" My Mother snorted and said, "pretty much."
Nothing like the shot-gun wedding of two very young people who are starting a family sooner than later. But let's class up the affair with the ostentatiousness of a nuptial mass. Complete with the red carpet, free-range priests and the guests getting bored about an hour into the main event. Sometimes these suckers can last well over two hours if you are deeply unlucky.
My Mother who will be up in the choir loft is bringing her knitting, a book and snacks. I don't think her blood sugar could take this chaos.
Oy vey...19 years old. And the bride will be old before her time.
So my Mom is playing for a Smith wedding. I immediately was trying to think who was getting married. I knew all the older boys had and a few of the older girls. The only one left would be the baby of the family (after that the rest are still under 15) and he is my sister's age. (19) Yes. The youngest son is getting married. At nineteen.
BUT WAIT the story gets more entertaining.
Because immediately one thinks, "gee that is awfully young." He is getting married to the Deacon's daughter. She is a couple of years older than the groom and has a child from a previous relationship. How nice, the deacon's daughter and a well-place family unite in holy matrimony.
It seems the wedding was originally booked for June and now la-di-da they are getting married in February.
Who has raised eyebrows????
A comment was made at the rehearsal that one hopes the bride has a dress that fits well because she was showing pretty darn well.
See it isn't truly a Catholic wedding unless the bride is pregnant. (I sometimes wonder if my wedding didn't count because I didn't walk down the aisle a little pregnant. Oh well a girl can try eh?)
Oh and they are doing a nuptial mass. (those things can go longer than the Oscars) AND there are going to be four priests at this thing.
I asked my Mother, "What do all of them do up there? Wander around on the altar like free-range chickens?" My Mother snorted and said, "pretty much."
Nothing like the shot-gun wedding of two very young people who are starting a family sooner than later. But let's class up the affair with the ostentatiousness of a nuptial mass. Complete with the red carpet, free-range priests and the guests getting bored about an hour into the main event. Sometimes these suckers can last well over two hours if you are deeply unlucky.
My Mother who will be up in the choir loft is bringing her knitting, a book and snacks. I don't think her blood sugar could take this chaos.
Oy vey...19 years old. And the bride will be old before her time.
