 Christine and Eugene tuning up |  Warm welcome to the church |
On Friday 4 October we headed to Bansha, Co. Tipperary for Niamh and Matthew's wedding ceremony. We had a great space to ourselves in a beautifully decorated church, so everything was looking awesome before the ceremony got underway. For the ceremony itself we played:
Entrace: Gabriel's Oboe
Lighting of Individual Candles: Largo from Winter
Responsorial Psalm: Mo Ghrá Thú (instrumental)
Lighting of Marriage Candle: Largo from Winter
Offertory: Ag Críost an Síol
Sign of Peace: Romanza from Eine Kleine Nachtmusik
Communion: Caro Mio Ben (with Niamh's friend Muireann)
Ave Maria
Signing of Register: God Only Knows
When I'm 64
Recessional: Signed, Sealed Delivered
Niamh and her bridesmaids had incredibly simply and unusual dresses, they looked really beautiful, and Niamh's headband was really unique. If I heard correctly, I believe it was Niamh's grandparents' 60th wedding anniversary that weekend? If I'm not mistaken, that is absolutely incredible to have three generations of happily married couples under one roof! On that note the priest finished with this anecdote:
Entrace: Gabriel's Oboe
Lighting of Individual Candles: Largo from Winter
Responsorial Psalm: Mo Ghrá Thú (instrumental)
Lighting of Marriage Candle: Largo from Winter
Offertory: Ag Críost an Síol
Sign of Peace: Romanza from Eine Kleine Nachtmusik
Communion: Caro Mio Ben (with Niamh's friend Muireann)
Ave Maria
Signing of Register: God Only Knows
When I'm 64
Recessional: Signed, Sealed Delivered
Niamh and her bridesmaids had incredibly simply and unusual dresses, they looked really beautiful, and Niamh's headband was really unique. If I heard correctly, I believe it was Niamh's grandparents' 60th wedding anniversary that weekend? If I'm not mistaken, that is absolutely incredible to have three generations of happily married couples under one roof! On that note the priest finished with this anecdote:
A man and a woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.
For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover. In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife's bedside.
She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totaling €95,000. He asked her about the contents.
"When we were to be married," she said, "my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll."
The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.
"Honey," he said "that explains the doll, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?"
"Oh, that?" she said. "That's the money I made from selling the dolls."
For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover. In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife's bedside.
She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totaling €95,000. He asked her about the contents.
"When we were to be married," she said, "my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll."
The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.
"Honey," he said "that explains the doll, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?"
"Oh, that?" she said. "That's the money I made from selling the dolls."
