Fun story from the family files~
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candylandI think I might have a new favorite Mythbusters myth: phone book friction.
I am learning to knit in the round.
We're getting our new cell phones on Friday. We went and looked yesterday at models, and we think we know which one we're getting. I think they're pretty neat, though it might take a little bit of time to get used to the new design. It's a double flip phone, suitable for the bothering of fun peoples via text message, yay!
My sister will be moving home on Friday--which is why we're waiting until then to get the new phones. We got her stuff out of her dorm room yesterday. Then we had lunch, and hauled a bunch of stuff all over the place and wound up running about six more errands than we had originally planned on. But it's cool~
And here's a story from the family files, as told to me by my mother (the aunt in question is her sister).
When my aunt and uncle wanted to get married, there was a slight problem. Not only was my uncle the son of a Protestant minister, but he was planning on becoming a minister himself. My mom's family is Catholic, though they did approve of the marriage. This was at a time when there were actually town meetings in the area over whether or not the Catholic children and the non-Catholic children should be allowed to attend the same school.
The priest they spoke to first told them that Uncle would have to agree to convert to Catholicism. No dice. Then he said that Uncle would have to sign a paper saying he would raise the children Catholic. Again, Uncle would not agree. The priest refused to marry them.
So my grandparents asked what it would take, and the priest said that they would need a signed statement from the archbishop of the diocese giving permission to marry them. But, the priest added, this particular archbishop never gave those out. My grandparents asked if the priest would marry them, no strings attached, if they got this piece of paper, and the priest said yes.
...what the priest didn't know was that Grandma's first cousin was the private secretary to the archbishop in question.
Grandma called her cousin and asked for a favor, and her cousin apparently took care of it because my aunt and uncle have been married for a very long time.
I just had to share that story because it makes me laugh.
I am learning to knit in the round.
We're getting our new cell phones on Friday. We went and looked yesterday at models, and we think we know which one we're getting. I think they're pretty neat, though it might take a little bit of time to get used to the new design. It's a double flip phone, suitable for the bothering of fun peoples via text message, yay!
My sister will be moving home on Friday--which is why we're waiting until then to get the new phones. We got her stuff out of her dorm room yesterday. Then we had lunch, and hauled a bunch of stuff all over the place and wound up running about six more errands than we had originally planned on. But it's cool~
And here's a story from the family files, as told to me by my mother (the aunt in question is her sister).
When my aunt and uncle wanted to get married, there was a slight problem. Not only was my uncle the son of a Protestant minister, but he was planning on becoming a minister himself. My mom's family is Catholic, though they did approve of the marriage. This was at a time when there were actually town meetings in the area over whether or not the Catholic children and the non-Catholic children should be allowed to attend the same school.
The priest they spoke to first told them that Uncle would have to agree to convert to Catholicism. No dice. Then he said that Uncle would have to sign a paper saying he would raise the children Catholic. Again, Uncle would not agree. The priest refused to marry them.
So my grandparents asked what it would take, and the priest said that they would need a signed statement from the archbishop of the diocese giving permission to marry them. But, the priest added, this particular archbishop never gave those out. My grandparents asked if the priest would marry them, no strings attached, if they got this piece of paper, and the priest said yes.
...what the priest didn't know was that Grandma's first cousin was the private secretary to the archbishop in question.
Grandma called her cousin and asked for a favor, and her cousin apparently took care of it because my aunt and uncle have been married for a very long time.
I just had to share that story because it makes me laugh.