Re: marriage, partnership, friendship--a tad loooooong!

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Thank you, Akiba; he was so fascinating that

all his friends, lo these 23 years since his

death due to an odd form of liver cancer, talk about the entertaining things that he

did and said--It amazes me. His loss was hardest on the children who were 17, 19.5 and

21 at the time. Once one has learned to love, the ability does NOT deteriorate over

time--and that is one of the many ways that

he is still with me. Love to you and to

the love of your life, and to your kids!

n

marriage, partners, friends--re: marriage, a tad looooooong!

Someone stop this post if I have said this before on this list. My husband

proposed to me on Valentine's Day in a year almost in the medaeval period.

I accepted, as it really had been love and compansionship at first sight.

Hans was an Ashkenazi Jew (jews have different origins, too!); I am a Seph

ardic Jew (sephardic is Hebrew for "spanish")--not quite accurate, but will

just have to do.

My mother, part Spanish, Portuguese, Italian and heaven only knows what

else, would, I knew, be stunned at the thought of my marrying an Ashkenazi

Jew--yet!

But I knew that I had to call and tell my parents. I knew that my father could

care less, would just be happy for me. But My mother, this could be tricky!

I called my mother from Berkeley, California; she was in Tustin, in Orange

County, California. My eldest sister had advised me well: emphasise the

fact that he is TALL, handsome, and DRESSES WELL! So, I made the call!

I just told mother the facts, including his long Austrian-German name: Hans

Steinkellner! There was a very looooong pause, rare for my Mother. Finally,

she said, "So, he IS Askenazi?" I affirmed this. She then said, "Blonde hair?" I affirmed that. (NO blondes on our side of the family) Cooly, she said,

"BLUE eyes?" I affirmed that. Loooooong pause! Next she said, "Where does he buy his suits?" I was prepared, though at that moment it was a lie,

and said " Brothers!" "That is good," said my Mother. "And how tall is

he, again? "Six feet 2.5", I told her.

Long pause, and she actually said, "Do you think that I will like him?" I assured her, which was true that he was a real charmer and drop-dead hand

some. Then she said, "So, the wedding will be in San Francisco?" I affirmed

that it would be. Then came the slammer: "Will it be a Jewish Wedding?"

"Yes, I told her, truthfully, absolutely!" Another very long pause, and my

Mother (crazy about men, herself), said, "Will he be good to you and the child

ren?" I assured her that he was a dream husband, father, companion, etc.

Then came the punch line: "Well, she said, this does not sound bad? When

will I meet him?" I told her that it would be right after the wedding, and remin

ded her that despite the family trend, we did not YET have children.

So we borrowed from our Credit Union, bless them, and we went to

Brothers where Hans became addicted to their clothes--addicted!

And we did have children, and he loved to do housework, adored doing dishes,

would do anything domestic--so long as I assumed responsibility for the car!

Engines terrified him.

I could bore you to pieces with all that he bought at Brothers, but the

real fun was when my mother met him, and HE KISSED HER HAND WHILE

ON BENDED KNEE. (we cheated; I had prompted him). She nearly fainted

and kissed him! My father managed to refrain from roaring with laughter.

THE END

n Rojas

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