52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks #23 – Going to the Chapel

When my husband and I were married, 50 years ago, my mother refused to go to a Catholic Church for my wedding. My father advised me to do whatever I wanted, they were divorced. So My Uncle Vic escorted me down the aisle to the two priests who performed the ceremony during lent in a Catholic church.  We signed all the papers for being underage, John was 20 and I was 19, for not being Catholic but pledging to raise our children in the Catholic church and whatever else they put in front of us.

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Interestingly his parents had a similar dilemma. His mother’s family was Irish Catholic and his father was Russian Jewish. His father, Sam Singer, converted to Catholic when he married Rosemary McMahon. They were married at St. Francis of Assisi Catholic Church in Luebbering, Franklin County, Missouri as well as the County Courthouse in Union, Missouri. The children were all raised Catholic.

The most interesting marriage I found in his family records was both happy and sad. Simon Farbstein was married to my husband’s great aunt, Lottie Singer. Simon died in 1922 at age 28, when their son, Jack was 10 years old and daughter Bernice was 8 years old.

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Simon Farbstein

Lottie married Jack Ansel in 1925 after Simon’s death. In 1935 daughter Bernice gets married and the notice in the newspapers reads like a fairy princess wedding. Christmas night of 1935 at the Washington Hotel before an improvised alter with greenery and ivory tapers. The bride’s uncle Dr. J. J. Singer gave her in marriage. She wore a gown of heavy white crepe and a veil of tulle, fastened with orange blossoms. She carried white roses and lillies of the valley. All this during the depression.

Mrs. Jack Kramer

Bernice’s stepfather, Jack Ansel must have loved children. He provided a good life for Bernice and her brother Jack who died in 1941 at the age of 28. My husband, John and his cousins still remember the movie tickets Jack Ansel provided for them to visit the local theaters and the comic books he would bring to their homes.

Love those memories.

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