Time for fun stuff from the Family Files!

[candyland]

I 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.

Comments

[axtar.livejournal.com]

*laughs* The priest's face must have been quite a sight to see after that!

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

Inorite? I sort of wish I could have seen it XD

[gracie-musica.livejournal.com]

I love that story! *thumbs up*

Also, the Catholic Church is crazy. My father had to sign that stupid piece of paper too when he married Mom.

[jewelsybear1017.livejournal.com]

Rock on! That's an awesome story. So knitting in the round how? With multiple double point needles or the double points with the plastic wire thingy? And what are you knitting in the round?

[ulfstormbringer.livejournal.com]

Sometimes people forget that everyone of us is human.
Which means you just have to find the right connection. Thanks for sharing that story Candy-chan!

[lightbird777.livejournal.com]

Ahaha. And the moral of the story is: it's all about who you know.

[sazuki-reda.livejournal.com]

Heh. Interesting. My parents had a sort of baptist/catholic wedding (have it on tape and everything). My mum was baptist. My dad was Catholic. And they had both a minister and a priest there at the marriage, taking turns saying the stuffz ~ (lol it's pretty fun to watch, especially cause you know my dad is cracking jokes the whole time cause my mum keeps trying not to laugh).

I don't know if they had to agree on anything, but I do know my mum decided to go to RCIA and become Catholic herself - simply because she agreed more with Catholics than with the way she was raised. And so, we were raised Catholic.

I remember my priest, when the youth was discussing marriage in the church, saying something like "please, please try to marry with someone who is Catholic as well; i won't stop you if you find someone; just know that it's really hard to do all the paperwork stuff; we can do it, it's just extra work." Why it's like that, eh, I dunno exactly though I have had it explained to me before.

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But, yeah, that's a pretty funny story. Just kinda curious as to why they had to get married in a catholic church? Why not in the church your uncle was raised in?

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

It's one of my favorite family stories. And I was baptized and confirmed Catholic, so I've seen a bit of the crazy first-hand.

The last Mass I went to was my grandfather's funeral. Neither my sister nor myself consider ourselves Catholic, but we both went up and took communion for Grandpa's memory.

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

I'm using the long double-points with the plastic wire. Right now I'm just practicing to get the hang of it and not have those loose stitches where I switch needles. I would ultimately like to make Phoenix Wright's hobo!hat from a pattern someone posted on the main LJ comm, but it might be a while before I get to that XD

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

Indeed~ Connection, in more ways than one. Thanks, hon! :D

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

I really wish I could have seen that priest's face when they handed him the paper and asked to set a date for the wedding ^___^ Every time I see that icon of yours, I feel the need to reply with my own Evil Icon.

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

The irony of the story is that my uncle eventually became a teacher instead of a minister, and at some point down the road did convert to Catholicism.

I don't know many details beyond the story I posted here, though. Just that they got the necessary approval, and my aunt and uncle were married. Why it has to be that way in the Catholic Church, I am not sure. But the story itself makes me laugh!