http://wordarrangement.wordpress.com/2008/12/23/proposal-season-or-love-and-the-new-york-times/ Personalized Wedding Poet's Blog Sat, 14 Nov 2009 14:27:16 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 http://wordarrangement.wordpress.com/2008/12/23/proposal-season-or-love-and-the-new-york-times/#comment-43 wordarrangement Mon, 19 Jan 2009 21:21:22 +0000 http://wordarrangement.wordpress.com/?p=262#comment-43 Thanks for reading! I love the clown quote! Thanks for reading! I love the clown quote!

]]> http://wordarrangement.wordpress.com/2008/12/23/proposal-season-or-love-and-the-new-york-times/#comment-42 working writing woman Mon, 19 Jan 2009 21:16:57 +0000 http://wordarrangement.wordpress.com/?p=262#comment-42 my longest-standing friend and I entertained ourselves for hours as teenagers by reading the wedding announcements aloud to each other on lazy Sunday afternoons.(I'm going waaaay back, when NYC still had the Herald Tribune.) Those were the days when you did not read about the lovely and somewhat intimate details of the couple's romance, but rather their genealogical pedigrees. I'm not sure why these family histories put us into such hysterics (children of the '60s?) but perhaps is was just their genteel pomposity. They contained such understated gems as "The bride is a great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great granddaughter of Heinrick Hudson, a well-known European explorer who discovered the Hudson River." Later, when my friend and I were separated by half the country, we kept up the tradition by sending clippings about weddings, she from the Houston Chronicle and I from the The NY TIMES. Two favorites still stand out in my memory. One, nearly a full-page long detailed every outfit the bride brought on her honeymoon. Another I sent her read something like this: "Ann Naughton Smith, teacher, weds John Edwin Brown, clown." my longest-standing friend and I entertained ourselves for hours as teenagers by reading the wedding announcements aloud to each other on lazy Sunday afternoons.(I’m going waaaay back, when NYC still had the Herald Tribune.) Those were the days when you did not read about the lovely and somewhat intimate details of the couple’s romance, but rather their genealogical pedigrees. I’m not sure why these family histories put us into such hysterics (children of the ’60s?) but perhaps is was just their genteel pomposity. They contained such understated gems as “The bride is a great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great granddaughter of Heinrick Hudson, a well-known European explorer who discovered the Hudson River.” Later, when my friend and I were separated by half the country, we kept up the tradition by sending clippings about weddings, she from the Houston Chronicle and I from the The NY TIMES. Two favorites still stand out in my memory. One, nearly a full-page long detailed every outfit the bride brought on her honeymoon. Another I sent her read something like this: “Ann Naughton Smith, teacher, weds John Edwin Brown, clown.”

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