Armenian Wedding Traditions

[tunot]

Re: Armenian Wedding Traditions

I don't even know what the other apple means. Or do I ... ok now I'm confused

I think you had an inkling when you said "eeeew."

The whole crap with a symbol for virginity, blah blah. The next day they ask the newly wedded couple to show their bedsheets to make sure the new wife is a good wife.

[Anahita]

Re: Armenian Wedding Traditions

I think you had an inkling when you said "eeeew."

The whole crap with a symbol for virginity, blah blah. The next day they ask the newly wedded couple to show their bedsheets to make sure the new wife is a good wife.

I'd like to comment on that, but *bite tongue* maybe I shouldn't.

Beyond that, I do love a discussion about Armenian wedding traditions...

[tunot]

Re: Armenian Wedding Traditions

Ok now that was a long sentence.

That reminded me of Michael Arlen's (a.k.a. Dikran Kouyoumdjian) opening sentence in The London Venture.

"My watch had needed winding only twice since I left London, and already, as I sit here in the strange library of a strange house, whose only purpose in having a library seems to be to keep visitors like myself quiet and out of harm's way, I find myself looking back to those past months in which I was for ever complaining of the necessity that kept me in London."

And that's a not even a very long sentence... Later, on Armenians, he writes:

"From twenty onwards they are continually growing stale, and bitter with their staleness; the little enthusiasm of their youth will not stretch through their whole life, but will flicker out shamefully with the conceit of their own precocity, and in trying to fly when other people are just learning to walk; and as the years pass on and youth becomes regret, the son of Haik, the faded offspring of a faded nation whose only call to exist is because it has lived so long and has memories of the sacking of Nineveh and Carchemish, is left without the impetus of development, with an ambition which is articulate only in bitterness; while the hardy Northerner, descendant of barbarian Druid worshippers whose nakedness was rumoured with horror in the courts and pleasure gardens of Hayastan and Persia, slowly grows in mind as in body, and soon outstrips the petty outbursts of the other's stationary genius."

Let's just continue a little bit more:

"I told Shelmerdene [one of the female characters] that I, who had thought that England had given me at least some of her continually growing enthusiasm, that I who had thought I would not, like so many of my countrymen, be too soon stranded on 'the ultimate islands' of Oriental decay, was even now in the stage between the dying of enthusiasm and its realisation; for the first impetus of my youthful conceits was vanishing, and there looked to be nothing left to them but an 'experience' and a 'lesson of life' without which I would have been much happier."

We may now understand why Arlen has been forgotten, even among Armenians.

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Dear Goddess Anahit, as long as you do not allow your ego to get in the way, you should be able to handle anything.

[Anahita]

Re: Armenian Wedding Traditions

That reminded me of Michael Arlen's (a.k.a. Dikran Kouyoumdjian) opening sentence in The London Venture.

"My watch had needed winding only twice since I left London, and already, as I sit here in the strange library of a strange house, whose only purpose in having a library seems to be to keep visitors like myself quiet and out of harm's way, I find myself looking back to those past months in which I was for ever complaining of the necessity that kept me in London."

And that's a not even a very long sentence... Later, on Armenians, he writes:

"From twenty onwards they are continually growing stale, and bitter with their staleness; the little enthusiasm of their youth will not stretch through their whole life, but will flicker out shamefully with the conceit of their own precocity, and in trying to fly when other people are just learning to walk; and as the years pass on and youth becomes regret, the son of Haik, the faded offspring of a faded nation whose only call to exist is because it has lived so long and has memories of the sacking of Nineveh and Carchemish, is left without the impetus of development, with an ambition which is articulate only in bitterness; while the hardy Northerner, descendant of barbarian Druid worshippers whose nakedness was rumoured with horror in the courts and pleasure gardens of Hayastan and Persia, slowly grows in mind as in body, and soon outstrips the petty outbursts of the other's stationary genius."

Let's just continue a little bit more:

"I told Shelmerdene [one of the female characters] that I, who had thought that England had given me at least some of her continually growing enthusiasm, that I who had thought I would not, like so many of my countrymen, be too soon stranded on 'the ultimate islands' of Oriental decay, was even now in the stage between the dying of enthusiasm and its realisation; for the first impetus of my youthful conceits was vanishing, and there looked to be nothing left to them but an 'experience' and a 'lesson of life' without which I would have been much happier."

We may now understand why Arlen has been forgotten, even among Armenians.

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Dear Goddess Anahit, as long as you do not allow your ego to get in the way, you should be able to handle anything.

I can handle anything. I am trying not to speak my mind about a particular tradition (and the assumptions behind it), right now. Every other one is beautiful, so far.

So, eeewwwww.