Matchmaker, Matchmaker, make me a match....

'Another bride.........

Another groom.......

Another lovely honeymoon...

Another season..another reason...

For makin’ whoopee...........'

I gotta say, though I’m quite prejudiced, there is really nothing like a Jewish wedding.  The moment of the breaking of the wine glass.   The music, the Hava Nagila, the circles of smiles revolving around each other.  Nothing like it when the bride and groom are lifted into the air on their chairs.  Then their parents.

Rituals of millenia.

The rituals and this extended family become more important and more dear each season of my life.  I was not raised in any religious or even spiritual tradition, yet these are intensely spiritual events for me.  So many moments I feel the event, rather than see or hear, that tell me of some genetic memory, a deep connection to a place I cannot explain. 

Way cool.

There are many pictures I did not have the chance to take.  These are some of the ones I did.  Family will fill in later all the other parts of the evening and the folks I missed taking photos of.  




Here are Sarah and Jeff.................   

 

and Sarah's parents, Michele and Dalton

Sarah's sisters, Ellen and Leah

Jack and Miriam Abrams, proud grandparents

Blessing the Bread (Ha'Motzee)

by the grandfathers of the bride and groom

Three beautiful generations

Uncle Frank, Papa Dalton, Aunt Sherie, Uncle Ben

The Abrams:  Logan, Aunt Eileen, Alexa, Zoe, and Uncle Scott

Renee and Leslie, (cousins) and Uncle Ed and Aunt Renee

Cousins Janice, Celeste, Mike

"In every conceivable manner, the family is link to our past, bridge to our future"

Author: Alex Haley

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The next generation......some of the  second cousins 

Josh and Martha, and Leslie and Renee

And the whole bunch of us 

Jack and Miriam, their children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews, 

and great nieces and great nephews

"Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one."

Author: Jane Howard

Family faces are magic mirrors.  Looking at people who belong to us, we see the past, present, and future.  ~Gail Lumet Buckley

Mazel Tov, Sarah and Jeff!

Written in Douglassville, PA.              RJ