Posted by:
Breeze
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Date: June 06, 2016 06:55PM
Here in my Salt Lake City Mormon neighborhood, they use the ward list (a booklet of all the names and addresses of everyone in each ward in the stake. I get invitations all the time, from complete strangers, and I mumble to myself, "ward list", and toss it in the trash.
I was raised in a larger society of a major city, and some actions seem rude to me. For example, I've received wedding invitations with the gift registries printed right on the invitation! A not-so-subtle gift grab. One invitation was for a "reception" at a park, and everyone was to bring money to build a "money-tree." It was a wire green thing, shaped like a tree. One guest kept telling people, "See that $100 bill? I put that there!" I said, "No, that's from me."
"Cake and Mint Receptions" LOL! We went to a Mormon wedding in Midway, Utah, and there was nothing to eat but some mints, on the table with the register. We kept waiting for the bride and groom to cut the cake, but people were leaving, and we were getting too hungry to wait. I went across the room for a closer look at the cake, and it was fake! It was like a prank!
The. Worst. Wedding. Ever was in Provo, between two RM's. The bride's father was a stake president and mission president and taught at BYU, so the entire stake and BYU faculty was invited. The groom's parents invited their entire ward, from the ward list. The reception was on a dead end street of a gated condo community, and there were shuttle cars to drive us from two different church parking lots, about 1/2 to 3/4 miles away. I arrived on time, but there was a huge, long line, that was at least one normal-neighborhood block long, 2-4 people deep. I went alone, because I didn't know anyone there, except the mother of the groom. I stood there for 2 hours, in high heels. Missionaries and students were hooting and hollering and cutting into line, and acting like idiots, and the couple in front of me were kissing and petting--so it wasn't a pleasant wait. The line didn't seem to be moving. After the first hour, a cold wind came down the canyon. Finally, some guys came out, and went up and down the line, telling everyone that they were having special performances inside--family and friends were singing and playing music for the bride and groom--so the line would stop for about 45 minutes--but to be patient. They apologized that there wasn't enough room in the house for anyone else to go inside. One of the helpers had immediately grabbed my gift, the first second I got out of the shuttle to stand in line. I wished I hadn't given it to him. I wanted to go home.
I had driven from Salt Lake, and, by that time, I had to go to the bathroom, so I made my way up through the line, to the house, and by the time I got to the top of the stairs, people were shouting and taunting at me! I was a middle-aged woman, dressed very nicely, and they were yelling at me to get back to the back of the line! I wished I'd had a man with me. I kept saying that I was just going to go to the bathroom, and I was coming back--apologizing to those jerks! I said hello to the parents of the groom, who were standing in the hall, because they couldn't fit into the room where the music was playing, and I signed the guest register. Then I went back into the line, where a nice lady had been saving my place--but we had to explain to some angry people why I was cutting back into the line. I was cold and hungry and tired, and my feet hurt from standing 2 1/2 hours in a line that still was not moving, so I went to the curb place, and waited for a shuttle to take me up to my car, but none came. Guests were walking back up the hill. They said that, evidently, there were shuttles to get you to the reception, but not to get you home! Outside the complex, and along the country highway, there was no sidewalk, just gravel and rocks, and one lady had hurt her foot, so people were scrambling to help her (there were a few nice people!) For the last leg of the hike, I was alone in the dark, and the parking lot was almost deserted. Obviously the wedding hosts cared more about the gifts than the comfort of their guests.
I would gladly buy a gift and have it mailed to not go through another Mormon wedding.
In the old days, we used to send "wedding announcements" to people who lived away, or would not ordinarily go to the wedding. People were invited to the WEDDING CEREMONY, and then to the reception, afterwards. Those not invited to the wedding ceremony were sent announcements--no gifts required of them.