Midsection of bride and groom holding hands.

Love Makes All Things Better

by Jacqueline Jannotta

Picture the type of person you think represents society’s worst enemy today. Is it a Wall Street hedge fund manager? Proud Boy Q-Anon follower? Third-world refugee? A communist? Then fast-forward a few generations to the end of this century and picture your descendants encountering the great-grandchildren of your envisioned worst enemy. Now imagine your progeny falling in love and getting married to your perceived enemy’s progeny. Are you rolling over in your proverbial future grave? 

In the case of my husband and me, I’m sure our ancestors were rolling in their graves (and in their very separate cemeteries) based on our marrying “the enemy.” In fact, a mere 100 years ago, his family might have considered him dead when he married me, and mine would have mourned the loss of our children’s souls from heaven. But my husband and I didn’t let rigid traditions get in the way of our union. Instead of falling in line, we fell in love and made our mixed marriage work. 

On Valentine’s Day 24 years ago Nick and I had our first date at the Rose Cafe in Venice, California, and on the same date a year later we got engaged. That he was Jewish and I was Catholic didn’t matter to us, although it certainly complicated our wedding planning. Still, we wanted to honor both of our traditions and respect the family members who were, shall we say, more “entrenched.” That’s when things got a little challenging. 

bride and groom under Jewish chuppah.

Finding a rabbi willing to co-officiate was the first test of our resolve. Those we met with were warm and welcoming at the beginning, but shifted as soon as we mentioned I wasn’t planning to convert and that we were lining up a priest to co-officiate. Through family connections, we’d found a priest who had co-officiated a few Catholic-Jewish weddings, although he wouldn’t agree to the outdoor ceremony we wanted. The “rules” mandated that we must be married under a physical structure, even if it wasn’t an actual church. Our Jewish wedding Chuppah wouldn’t count.

Still, we pushed on. We found a wonderful (woman!) rabbi with inclusive views on marriage. We booked a beautiful venue. We did, however, commit a transgression by getting married on a Friday evening, which is the Jewish Sabbath. (The date was available and more affordable!) But we managed to hold the ceremony just before sundown, to keep my husband’s aunt happy. She had preferred we use a Justice of the Peace to officiate—so as not to muddy tradition—but settled for a 5:30 pm ceremony. Refreshingly, my side of the family had no problem with our blended wedding, though they still harbored concerns. For many years following, my parents would not-so-subtly share stories they’d hear on the radio about Catholics converting from Judaism. Let’s just say I continue to question their media choices:-).

While we endured many wedding-related challenges, our experience was nothing compared to what might have been even a few decades earlier. Had we been born a generation before, elopement would’ve been the only choice. A generation or two before that, our families would have disowned us. (And I can only imagine the suffering if we weren’t in a cis-gendered, heteronormative category.) We knew we had little, if anything, to complain about as we faced our “mixed” marriage, because love is thicker than blood, no matter the obstacles. 

Our Jewish-Catholic wedding journey is just one small example of merging with the forbidden “other”—one that helps me better understand what’s happening right now in our divided, ostensibly unbridgeable country. Large swaths of the population are holding on to tradition, whether hallowed or shameful. Others are pushing the edge of the envelope, hoping to create something new. What will help us break through the rigid barriers to form welcome alliances? I believe it’s love—along with some imagination—that can get us past “the way things have always been done” and onto something better

It’s not that hard to imagine ourselves, our “enemies,” or our progeny evolving beyond current labels to become something very different over time. The Wall Street hedge fund manager loses his fortune; the Proud Boy’s children denounce his extremism and prompt a reckoning; the refugee’s grandchild starts a successful company; the communist’s great-grandchild grows up in a society where the word “communism” is as obsolete as “feudalism” is today. We might easily embrace a union with a version of our “enemy” who has grown from their circumstances. And if we can see ourselves blessing the union of our descendants in 80 years, can’t we use our imaginations today to shorten the arduous bridge of time?

When I think of my husband’s and my ancestors being opposed to our marriage, I realize they could never have imagined the world Nick and I grew up in. One that includes easy access to education, information at our fingertips, affordable ways to see the world, and multi-cultural media available like water from a spigot. If they had a glimpse into our world, it might have scared the bejeezus out of them. But it just as easily could have opened their eyes and perhaps even their hearts. I see this as a reminder that our imagination is a powerful tool that sets the course for how our future* unfolds: from painfully rigid to marvelously fluid.

If Love is thicker than blood, it’s certainly thicker than the labels we use and the ideas we have about “how things should be.” Our ancestors may not have gotten past an archaic notion that we dishonor our tribes by marrying out. But I like to imagine them mingling together now in another dimension, applauding us for pushing beyond the Jewish and Catholic labels responsible for so much historic harm. Maybe we can get to a similar place regarding all the division we face today, without waiting an entire lifetime (or more). Because in the end, the labels, borders and systems we impose upon our world are just ideas. And when we add Love into the mix, we level up to see a profound truth: we’re all members of a single tribe called human.

*If it’s hard to get past the notion of a war-torn earth in 80 years, maybe I can help you reframe

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Bill Lavezzi February 15, 2021 - 8:06 am

Thanks, Jacqueline. Our Methodist farm-raised mother married our Catholic city-raised father in 1935 in what was probably an equally-complicated arrangement. We understand that there may have been raised eyebrows on both sides, but nothing more than that. As Protestant spouses were required to do back then, our mother agreed to raise the children Catholic, and she honored that promise, supporting our Catholic schools and their activities without herself converting.
In 1966, eleven years after our father died, our mother married my Jewish stepfather (“mine” and not “ours” because I was the only one still living at home at the time), and I do recall that they had to do some negotiating to get a rabbi to officiate. As far as I can tell, in neither case did a minister represent our mother’s “side.”
I certainly don’t hold up my family as paragons of piety, but we did learn to respect other viewpoints.

Jacqueline Jannotta February 17, 2021 - 1:31 pm

I’m sure it was equally problematic back them, especially in the midwest. And I suspect your mom marrying your stepfather was less of an issue because raising children together wouldn’t be in the picture (you were already “cooked”;-). I love hearing these stories — and for me, it’s such a great reminder of how far we’ve come. I can look back at how “silly” all these complications were back then, which is what prompted me to think forward. What will our progeny think is silly and small-minded in our world, and can we get to a point of agreeing with them already?

Jackie M. Cash February 15, 2021 - 8:11 am

Beautifully and thoughtfully reasoned, Jacqueline. I especially like: “… if we can see ourselves blessing the union of our descendants in 80 years, can’t we use our imaginations today to shorten the arduous bridge of time?”

Jacqueline Jannotta February 17, 2021 - 1:34 pm

Thank you, Jackie! For decades now, I’ve done genealogy research in my spare time & as a writer, it always spurs my imagination. We can look backward with such perspective. It doesn’t take much, but a little imagination, to look forward with perspective too. Thank you for chiming in with your thoughts <3

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