Friends, beautifully dressed, are drinking and chatting.
—Gustav Mahler, The Song of the Earth.
MANDRYKA: Here is a table. We will have supper.
ADELAIDE: Moët-Chandon, half tart and half sweet—that’s what it
was at my engagement!
—Hugo von Hofmannsthal, Arabella.
Novelist Anita Diamant, author of The Nice Jewish Wedding, observes
about Jewish matrimonial customs, “The Jewish wedding ceremony ends with a famous bang. Stomping on a glass is one of the best-known features of Jewish weddings. Traditionally, the groom does the deed. The fragility of glass suggests the frailty of human relationships. Since even the strongest love is subject to disintegration, the glass is broken as a kind of incantation: ‘As this glass shatters, so may our marriage never break.’”
At age fifteen, I served as best man at my sister’s wedding. The
wedding’s cost strained our family’s resources, but my father insisted on an impressive affair, no doubt to impress his relatives. And so a fashionable wedding was had. For my groomsman services, my brother-in-law, Eddie purchased for me a thank you gift: a phonograph recording of Gustav Mahler’s symphonic song cycle based on Chinese texts, Das Lied von der Erde (The Song of the Earth). At the wedding reception, I was seated at the head table of the ballroom together with family members. When we completed our meal, I remained sitting alone, smoking a cigar. My family had left the table by that time and had begum mingling with guests. The wedding photographer approached me and remarked: “There are a lot of girls here. Why don’t you talk to them instead of sitting alone smoking a cigar?” I took his advice and proceeded to chat with my sister’s female friends. I eventually made it to the dance floor.
After the affair, some of the wedding guests returned to our
house, but a jammed front-door key lock blocked our immediate entry, though my Uncle Leon’s lingering wedding intoxication yielded amusement as he repeated, “I have the key! I have the key!”
That evening I rode with my parents, together with Aunt Zelda
and Uncle F., to the Philadelphia Airport to see my sister and her newlywed husband off on their honeymoon, a one-week stay in Miami Beach. During the car ride Aunt Zelda turned to me and said, “Wouldn’t it be nice, Gary, if you got a job, saved up your money, and took your mother on a vacation to Miami Beach?” My mother just looked on.
My sister and brother-in-law returned to Philadelphia the
following Sunday, May 18. We had a small gathering at my parents’ house that included Uncle Louie, my father’s older brother, and his wife. My mother had a bottle of champagne on hand. My sister had bought me a gift. It was a men’s jewelry box, the lid of the box decorated with an antique map of the world from the Age of Discovery.