First of all, the guests who knew we would be going out were so great about it. They all had plans, paddle boat dinner cruise, wineries, walking to local restaurants and drinking beer on the porch, so that was no big deal. The wedding night - I left the key in the door and a note on our front door. Not sure when they would arrive. No email, so hard time to communicate with them. He was not easy to speak with on the phone (which I found out why later on...)
Well I was blessed to see why. We arived back from the show - which was excellent,80 degrees, starry night, the main headliner said, he is so sick of playing auditoriums and arenas and to just be out in the middle of a cow pasture with the Blue RIdge Mountains all around with a bunch of hillbillies was a dream concert for him!
Anyway, we arrived back and our guests - wedding guests, altho I did not know it in advance, are of the "old order" very similar to Amish (at least in appearance). I have not been privileged to see their traditional wedding clothes before, and it was really really special. He, of course, looked like a little toy doll in his black and white traditional apparal and big black hat.
So that was really neat!
So this morning we delivered breakfast to them (our treat since they are locals). This is a religious ethnic comment coming up - no offense to anyone please. Dh brought the tray out and she took it from him at the door while the new husband lay in bed.
That was coffee and starter.
Then brought out the main meal and she again took it. In all the breakfast deliveries it has always been the MAN to take the tray and tray table, never the female.
So Dh came back and reported and was a little bothered by it, thinking maybe HE should have received the tray.
I said, look, don't feel bad. She has been reared toward this her entire life. She has been waiting for today since birth to be able to serve her husband.
To her, it was the greatest thing in the world. We might all disagree, and after 35 years of it, she may think differently, or maybe not. Their churches are segregated - women on one side on hard pews, men all on the other side. So it IS WHAT IT IS.
But I was fortunate to have them here. Typically they do not mingle with us, which explains the difficulty in my direct questions to the man on the phone while booking the room..