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19555. arkymalarky - 6/1/2006 3:10:57 PM Mags,
My reading is that "Flexi and I" is an appositive, set off by commas, standing to clarify "we" and so having to use the nominative case.
That's why I don't worry much about grammar. Clear communication is the goal. Grammar is the tool to that end. 19556. arkymalarky - 6/1/2006 3:18:21 PM CONGRATS 3I3B!!! I'm so glad everything went so well!
I have a friend whose Christian daughter is marrying a Jewish man and they're combining elements of Jewish and Christian ceremonies. I told her about you. If you have any specific advice on this end of it I'll send it along. Their wedding is at the end of the month.
19557. jexster - 6/1/2006 3:21:08 PM The kids are jewish correct? 19558. arkymalarky - 6/1/2006 3:23:15 PM Anomie,
Was he drunk? I've ridden in the backs of pickups, but thankfully only with sane drivers. Still, it's very dangerous. However kids do all sorts of stuff that makes me cringe--four-wheelers, trampolines, hunting, driving before they're supposed to, etc. Parents thought I was such a neurotic and thankfully Mose didn't feel deprived since she never was much of an outdoor type, but I just couldn't take it.
Dad grew up the same way in the heart of Dallas--he'd go out with his gun and dog when he got up and come home when he wanted and his mother was never even interested in what went on between. And she was a great woman and mother--one of the most solid people I ever knew. 19559. arkymalarky - 6/1/2006 3:24:50 PM Which kids, Jex? 19560. iiibbb - 6/1/2006 3:35:39 PM Everything depends on them and their officiants (assuming it is a religious wedding).
We were lucky in that we had 2 very good, open minded officiants, who knew us both very well. The minister was Presbyterian (my dad and her mom grew up together). The Rabbi is reconstructionist and her cousin.
My concession was that it would be primarily Jewish and led by the Rabbi and that we would not mention the J-word. My minister said a few prayers, gave us the Presbyterian vows before the Ketubah, and read from I Corrinthans 13 (which is my favorite chapter in the Bible). Everything else was very Jewish, we had a chupah, ketubah, 7 blessings... the only thing we didn't do was the circling, which seemed a little contrived.
We were both really pleased with how blended it came out... we really lucked out with the officiants. They worked with us and together really well.
There were some stressors before in that her mother was starting to get uncomfortable about how much Christianity was in it. P pretty much had to work that out... it did get worked out before we got to the Rabbi... but that's what both the Rabbi and Pastor kept telling us... it's our service and no one should be getting out of line. If there's a problem, then refer the complainer to them.
I think P and I have a very good understanding of our faith traditions... as the Rabbi said, we have integrity. It seems that has been very helpful. There is very little the Pastor and Rabbi brough up in counselling that we hadn't thought of and discussed beforehand... however it was also very good that we spent so much time with as well.
P is supportive of my faith, and I am supportive of hers.
The only leap of faith for me in all of this is the raising of our children as Jewish... I'll just have to trust to love on that one. sort of an expansion of the concepts of Sola Fide and Sola Gracia. 19561. iiibbb - 6/1/2006 4:07:41 PM The best thing about the service was that although it was pretty religious, it was also very loose. The Rabbi cracked a couple of jokes, P shhh'd the crowd when she dropped the ring. I heard more laughing than I've heard at any service.
It was nice. 19562. arkymalarky - 6/1/2006 4:16:04 PM It sounds wonderful, and your overview in 19560 has good points in it. I'll pass them along. 19563. jexster - 6/1/2006 5:23:45 PM Dick's Thought for the Day
The statistics on sanity say that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends
-- if they're okay, then it's you. 19564. jexster - 6/1/2006 5:25:54 PM Which kids, Jex?
An arky should ask such questions (howzat for Jewish!!)
About a certifiable gun nut at that!
 19565. anomie - 6/2/2006 10:24:01 AM Congrats, newly weds.
Mago: I didn't see teh post you deleted. Did I miss something good?
Arky, he could have been drunk. Half the family were penticostal and didn't touch the stuff and the other half were incorrigable sinners. Funny how I look back on those visits. I remember being bored most of the time, but I have vivid memories of interesting experieces like riding in the back of the truck - once sitting high on top of the cotton going to the gin...riding on the tractor fender...mules...fresh eggs...chickens running everywhere...big blocks of government cheese...cow milking...watching the cream rise...homemade butter...exploring small caves... But at the time I couldn't wait to get back to Chicago and civilization. Ha! I remember one thing I didn't like was that the closest store was about 2 miles away and it was just a corner store and gas station. It was never easy to get a ride there. But it had cold pop and candy and a few little things for a kid to spend a nickle on. Those places are long gone. Probably a WalMart now. 19566. Ulgine Barrows - 6/2/2006 11:21:55 AM 19488. judithathome - 5/27/2006 8:54:32 PM
Ulgine, I can appreciate your stream of consciousness posts as much as the next guy but why don't you try expressing yourself in your own words occasionally? It might be of help to those of us who haven't a clue about pop or rap or whatever sort of music your typing out.
judithathome
I am quite insulted by your mention of "stream of consciousness" posts comment. I loathe William Burroughs, the pervert. He is forever entwined in my mind with the "stream of consciousness" writing style. He raped little boys. I abhor him.
Cut/pasting lyrics is no worse than correcting grammar/spelling, in my opinion. I've joked with you about your personal peccadillo, of correcting your typos in the next post. I love you for it.
I am not going to stop posting lyrics. 19567. alistairconnor - 6/2/2006 11:25:51 AM Hey cool it, around here "Stream of consciousness" means Joyce, not Burroughs.
So I decree, anyway. 19568. alistairconnor - 6/2/2006 11:29:43 AM You lucky man iii... Jewish in-laws!
As for the kids, they will sort themselves out in due course. i.e. they'll probably turn out Wiccan or Hindu. 19569. Ulgine Barrows - 6/2/2006 11:59:35 AM well, alistairconnor, you're god-like in these parts, and I will gladly take the Joyce long-pole.
Burroughs is a nasty piece of work. Heave all of his over the fence. 19570. alistairconnor - 6/2/2006 12:11:46 PM God-like in these parts... too kind!
I'm a man of many parts...
we should meet in private. 19571. iiibbb - 6/2/2006 2:38:06 PM Message # 19568
Actually... her father is the product of a Jewish mother, Protestant father. I didn't really know this before he mentioned it is a speech/toast at the rehearsal.
I knew he was barely Jewish enough for her family.
When he first met his mother-in-law... she made him breakfast, sat across the table... and said "What sin have I committed to deserve you?"
P's mom seems to just lay into her.
Her mom does like me though... I even mouthed off to her the first time I met her -- funny story. 19572. Magoseph - 6/2/2006 2:48:15 PM Tell us the story, please, iiibbb? 19573. iiibbb - 6/2/2006 3:09:47 PM Well... the first time I met her mom was at P's black belt test. We had to travel where P was living before (about 4 hours away). Her parents came down from New York to watch too.
We didn't get to talk that night, so we arranged to have brunch the next morning.
So... her mom knows that I was born in the South, that I'm a forester, that I like guns, and that I race cars. If you ignore the PhD, or my parents, or my other interests, on paper I may seem a total redneck.
Her mother is a person of some status and from New York City. Very well off. Very worldly. Very smart.
So she tries to make conversation by getting into the car racing stuff. So I tell her about the level I am in is the lowest form of sanctioned racing in the US (Solo 2, aka autocross). I tell her about why it's fun and interesting to me.
She keeps asking questions... and askes something like, "Where can you do this? It seems like such a rural (read 'redneck') thing."
So I respond that "No, it's everywhere in the US. If you're willing to drive 2 hrs in any direction you can pretty much do it every weekend."
So she asks if it's in her city... which I assure her it is...
Finally, she asks still in disbelief... "Well, how come I don't know anyone who does this".
And I responded very deadpan... "Well, maybe you need to meet more people." Which is a very ironic statement given who she is.
Anyway P's mom has liked me ever since; I think in part because I showed a little backbone, did it with humor, and I think she realized the 'rural' crack was a little out of line.
But I like her too. She is very witty. 19574. arkymalarky - 6/2/2006 3:14:29 PM Oh yes, do 3i3b. Something fun to read when I get home. We're looking at wedding locations today in Hot Springs and doing some shopping.
I love your post, Anomie. Lots of familiar stuff that's still part of rural life today, but also the cotton farm images, since my Texas bunch on Dad's side had a lot of cotton farmers, and I have memories unique to that, but none as good as getting to sit on a load of cotton going to the gin. I think rural life is like you describe. Some of it's boring when you're living it if you come from a city (like we did, too) but the memories really stand out, partly because it's just not part of any other living. I was on duty at work one day and heard one kid tell another that "when I leave here I'm going to live in a town with a stoplight."
Those places are long gone.
We're four miles from the closest place--"THE truck stop," but there was a little old lady who owned one of those stores out here about two miles away, until around the mid-1980s. She was something else. Bob's family didn't like her (mainly because she hated most of them), but he charged cigarettes and dogfood there for years. You had to look at the dates on anything you dared to buy there, and buying anything dairy was unwise. She kept money tucked in every crevice of the store, and it's amazing she never got robbed. She was bent over and the store was always dark and hot, and it had an old gas tank that had probably been up since the 50s at the latest. If she got mad at you she was like the Soup Nazi. Once she was mad she didn't care if you didn't come to her store. She fell outside one time and Bob's granddad stopped to help her up, and she told him "get your hands off me you mule." He just continued to help her up, like the gentleman he was. And the reason she was most likely to get mad is because you lived near enough (within a 15 mile radius or so) and didn't come to her store often enough to suit her.
The oddest thing about her was that occasionally she had "burping fits" and if she started one while you were in the store you might as well come back another time, because she couldn't talk until it was over and you'd just have to sit there holding your purchases until she quit.
We still have stores that are like way-back machines, and in some ways the whole town that I work in is a little time-warp in the road.
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