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In 1980, my uncle got remarried to a Jewish woman. Our side of the family was Catholic, and hers was Jewish. They had a really hard time finding a Priest or Rabbi to marry them.
They finally found a Rabbi who would perform the ceremony.
My youngest cousin asked me what to call the man wearing the cap. I told her to call him Rabbi.
She called him "Father Rabbi" all day. Thank God, he got a kick out of it!
When I was little, I used to think that you had to get married to live together. My cousin (who was my best friend) and I decided we wanted to get married, because after all how much fun would it be to be able to hang out all the time?
I used to like rummaging through my mother's jewelry box and trying on her pretty rings. One day, when I was nine, I slipped on a ring with a large ruby that I had never seen before. When my mother saw me with it on, she yelled at me to put it back and not to go through her things. Since she never minded when I tried on her jewelry before, my overactive imagination decided that my mother was having an affair and that her "boyfriend" had given her the ring. I even drew up a list of possible male friends that she could be having an affair with, and snooped around to see if I could catch my mother with her "boyfriend." Years later, I told her all about it. She laughed very hard until she told me that the ring had been a present from my father, and as it was much more expensive than any of her other rings, she hadn't wanted me to play with it.
I used to believe (er, forget?) that people were born and died, so I always thought it was really hard to find someone to marry, because everyone got used up so fast!
I once believed that when couples got married, they decided together on a last name that described them somehow, and passed it on to their children. The belief was logical for me. It so happened that my grandmother on my father's side, whose last name was Foote, had a deformed foot. On my mother's side, my great-grandmother who loved to cook did indeed have the last name of Cook... it just worked out that way in my family, and I thought it was that way in all families.
When I was younger I dont know exactly how old probaly about 5 or so I thought that you could only arry someone if you had the same colored hair as them. My dad and my brothers mother had the same color hair and they were married and my mom and my sisters dad had the same colored hair and they were married and my parents had different colored hair and they werent married so i cam to the conclusion somehow that you could only marry if you had the same colored hair. I remember having crushes on guys but i couldnt have them as my boyfriend because they didnt have blonde hair and i wanted to get married. I dont know how i cam up with that but i tiod my mom about it tonight and she laughed so hard.
My grandparents all divorced before I was born, so growing up I had four separate grandparents, never sets of grandparents. When I was older, I figured out the answer... marriage hadn't been invented yet back then. I knew that people made do before things like cars and televisions were invented, so it only made SENSE to me that my grandparents had kids before marriage had been invented! And why did OTHER kids have married grandparents? They'd all gotten married after it was invented... you know, they just sort of jumped on the bandwagon.
When I was a kid I often heard my father refer to so-and-so "shacking up" with someone. In my mind (as I deduced from his tone of voice that this was a bad thing) that it meant that these people had done something bad and had to go live in one of those squatty little tar paper shacks that I'd see along the side of the road sometimes.
I used to hear the word "divorced" and i thought everyone was saying "de-horsed" and that in order for a married couple to split, they had to ride around on a horse and fall off and then they weren't married anymore.
I used to believe that as soon as a couple was married they got a baby when they were done walking down the aisle. I also used to think they got to choose the gender of the kid too.
I used to think that only people who looked alike could get married. IE: a boy with black hair could only marry a girl if she had the same color hair... so weird.
I used to think that I had to marry all the older guys I met so whenever my parents had guy friends over I would ask them to marry me. All of them said yes too! ^_^
Until I was 15, I believed that gay marriage was legal and that the only reason my uncles didn't get married was because, if they did, the government would make them adopt a baby.
My Parents got divoreced when I was 2 they never told me about marriage that both parents lived together I just always thought married couples lived across town and had boyfriends and grilfriend and eveyweekend dad got the kids well when i was almost 5 I went to my friends house both her parents were there I later asked my mom do people that get divorced have to live with eachother as punishment n married couples get live seperate from oneanother with there grilfriends and boyfriends needless to say I got told the truth it was kinda sad
i used to believe that when a man and woman got married, they agreed to be married by eating bowl of holy macaroni and cheese together:
"dearly beloved, we are gathered together, to join together this man and this woman in holy macaroni"
My parents were married on May 25. Anyway, my parents still had a calendar from the year they were married, and I was paging through it when I saw the word "Wedding," but I didn't know whose wedding it was for. For a long time, I thought ALL marriages HAD to be on May 25, or the grown-ups couldn't get married for another year, and if they tried to get married at another time, they'd go to jail. (It didn't help that all of my relatives got married around this time.)
Anyway, we were going to another wedding in mid-winter, and I knew that it was not May 25, let alone May. When the bride and groom were about to recite their vows, I shouted, really horrified, "YOU CAN'T DO THAT! IT'S NOT MAY 25! YOU'LL GO TO JAIL!!!" The congregation broke out in laughter, and I wondered why. My mom explained that people can get married at any time, and May 25 was the day she and Dad got married. Needless to say, people still tease me about it.
When I was younger I used to believe that the first time two people could kiss was at their wedding, because the pastor gave the groom permission to finally "kiss the bride."
up untill around age 10 i thought that when a man and a woman were married, after the ceremony was over they went directly to the hospital and the woman gave birth to a baby. i had asked my mother about it once and she replied with "well...sometimes."
I used to think you had to get married to someone whos birthday was the day before or after yours. My parent's birthdays are next to each other, I just figured it was the same for everyone! I blame my dad.
my parents got divorced when I was six years old. for some reason, I thought that since divorce was the opposite of marriage, they would promise to hate each other and then instead of kissing, they would slap eachother.