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Hiya Everyone,


Looking for suggestions of good stories for a wedding. I'm just doing a 5-10mins so something short and sweet would be good.


Any ideas or places to look, much appreciated - been looking for a couple of months and just cant' seem to find anything that's quite right.





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Do you know the Greek myth of Baucis and Philemon?
I wouldn't recommend the translations of Dryden or Swift, or tell it in verse, but it can be a lovely story for a wedding, especially for older couples.

The Lute Player (in Andrew Lang's Violet Fairy Book), or at Mary Grace Ketner's website: link

The Stone at the Door, a folktale from Morocco
Thanks Tim, I'll look those up.
Clever Marianne, or the golden chalice as I call it. It is also known as the Wise Woman story, where the poor woman marries the king but she is not allowed to criticise him in public. she ends up giving advice which criticises him and he casts her out telling her to take only what she can carry on her some versions it is 3 backloads.
She takes her husband (and when there is 3 she takes her children her husband and gold)
The king originally falls for her because she solves his riddle (neither naked nor clothed, neither walking nor riding, neither by day nor by night).

He realises he can't live without her and asks to be back in her good favour.
I have told this one at weddings, it is tender and funny.
Here's a link to the Czech version, Clever Manka: link

I have told THe Two Brothers (Jewish) tale at weddings - wonderful how it shows unselfish love is vital to marriage.
Here is one version of it.

Long before the House of God was built, two brothers are said to have lived on Mount Moriah. One was a single man; the other had a wife and family. These two exemplified brotherly love. They lived together in complete unity. They shared the same house without dissension. Every morning, they got up early and shared the tedious work of farming the hill.
Soon, it was time to harvest. The sheaves were gathered and carefully divided into two identical piles. Each brother would garner an equal share in the fruit of their labors. When finished, the two brothers returned home to rest in preparation for the difficult day of threshing ahead.
The unmarried brother had a fit of conscience. Later that night, he returned to the threshing floor and carefully redistributed the harvest. His heart was pure. He reduced his portion of the sheaves to make his brother’s pile larger, thinking, “It is neither right nor necessary for me to keep an equal portion of God’s bounty. My brother is a good man caring for a wife and family. It is better that he receive a bigger portion.” Then he quietly returned to bed.
Shortly thereafter, the married brother awoke. He told his wife, “My darling, things are not right. It is unfair that my brother has an equal share of the harvest. I already receive a greater share of happiness because of the love I have from you and our children. My brother has neither.” So they quietly went to the threshing floor and together, they transferred a portion of their sheaves to the pile of the single brother.
When daylight came, the two brothers went to thresh the sheaves. As they reached the threshing floor, both brothers were amazed. Each pile was again equal! Perplexed, they quietly finished their work and went home. That night, each brother determined to return to the threshing floor to bless the other. God’s timing is always perfect. So it was again that quiet night. The two brothers arrived simultaneously. In an instant, they both understood the other’s heart. Embracing, they gave each other a kiss of brotherly love.
According to the legend, God chose the site for His Holy Temple to honor brotherly love.
Great thanks guys for all of these, they're all brilliant stories - now I just ahve to choose!
There are various versions of this one, but the general story is one of the more powerful that I have heard for a relationship template:

ONCE UPON A TIME a young wife named Yun Ok was at her wit's end. Her husband had always been a tender and loving soulmate before he had left for the wars, but ever since he returned home he was cross, angry, and unpredictable. She was almost afraid to live with her own husband. Only in glancing moments did she catch a shadow of the husband she used to know and love.

When one ailment or another bothered people in her village, they would often rush for a cure to a hermit who lived deep in the mountains. Not Yun Ok. She always prided herself that she could heal her own troubles. But this time was different. She was desperate.

As Yun Ok approached the hermit's hut, she saw the door was open. The old man said without turning around, "I hear you. What's your problem?"

She explained the situation. His back still to her, he said, "Ah yes, it's often that way when soldiers return from the war. What do you expect me to do about it?"

"Make me a potion!" cried the young wife. "Or an amulet, a drink, whatever it takes to get my husband back the way he used to be."

The old man turned around. "Young woman, your request doesn't exactly fall into the same category as a broken bone or ear infection."

"I know," said she.

"It will take three days before I can even look into it. Come back then."

Three days later, Yun Ok returned to the hermit's hut. "Yun Ok," he greeted her with a smile, "I have good news. There is a potion that will restore your husband to the way he used to be, but you should know that it requires an unusual ingredient. You must bring me a whisker from a live tiger."

"What?" she gasped. "Such a thing is impossible!"

"I cannot make the potion without it!" he shouted, startling her. He turned his back. "There is nothing more to say. As you can see, I'm very busy."

That night Yun Ok tossed and turned. How could she get a whisker from a live tiger?

The next day before dawn, she crept out of the house with a bowl of rice covered with meat sauce. She went to a cave on the mountainside where a tiger was known to live. She clicked her tongue very softly as she crept up, her heart pounding, and carefully set the bowl on the grass. Then, trying to make as little noise as she could, she backed away.

The next day before dawn, she took another bowl of rice covered with meat sauce to the cave. She approached the same spot, clicking softly with her tongue. She saw that the bowl was empty, replaced the empty one with a fresh one, and again left, clicking softly and trying not to break twigs or rustle leaves, or do anything else to startle and unsettle the wild beast.

So it went, day after day, for several months. She never saw the tiger (thank goodness for that! she thought) though she knew from footprints on the ground that the tiger - and not a smaller mountain creature - had been eating her food. Then one day as she approached, she noticed the tiger's head poking out of its cave. Glancing downward, she stepped very carefully to the same spot and with as little noise as she could, set down the fresh bowl and, her heart pounding, picked up the one that was empty.

After a few weeks, she noticed the tiger would come out of its cave as it heard her footsteps, though it stayed a distance away (again, thank goodness! she thought, though she knew that someday, in order to get the whisker, she'd have to come closer to it).

Another month went by. Then the tiger would wait by the empty food bowl as it heard her approaching. As she picked up the old bowl and replaced it with a fresh one, she could smell its scent, as it could surely smell hers.

"Actually," she thought, remembering its almost kittenish look as she set down a fresh bowl, "it is a rather friendly creature, when you get to know it." The next time she visited, she glanced up at the tiger briefly and noticed what a lovely downturn of reddish fur it had from over one of its eyebrows to the next. Not a week later, the tiger allowed her to gently rub its head, and it purred and stretched like a house cat.

Then she knew the time had come. The next morning, very early, she brought with her a small knife. After she set down the fresh bowl and the tiger allowed her to pet its head she said in a low voice, "Oh, my tiger, may I please have just one of your whiskers?" While petting the tiger with one hand, she held one whisker at its base, and with the other hand, in one quick stroke, she carved the whisker off. She stood up, speaking softly her thanks, and left, for the last time.

The next morning seemed endless. At last her husband left for the rice fields. She ran to the hermit's hut, clutching the precious whisker in her fist. Bursting in, she cried to the hermit, "I have it! I have the tiger's whisker!"

"You don't say?" he said, turning around. "From a live tiger?"

"Yes!" she said.

"Tell me," said the hermit, interested. "How did you do it?"

Yun Ok told the hermit how, for the last six months, she had earned the trust of the creature and it had finally permitted her to cut off one of its whiskers. With pride she handed him the whisker. The hermit examined it, satisfied himself that it was indeed a whisker from a live tiger, then flicked it into the fire where it sizzled and burned in an instant.

"What have you done?" Yun Ok cried, horrified.

"Yun Ok," the hermit said softly, "you no longer need the whisker. Tell me, is a man more vicious than a tiger? If a dangerous wild beast will respond to your gradual and patient care, do you think a man will respond any less willingly?"

Yun Ok stood speechless. Then she turned and stepped down the trail, turning over in her mind images of the tiger and of her husband, back and forth. She knew what she could do.
Ahh, thanks Christi, that's lovely.
Do you know what traditions the bride and groom are coming from. You might consider looking for a story from their traditions.
Hiya Rivka, that's a good idea. They're sort of adamently un-religious and English. But I think I'm going to go with the Morroccan tale - The Stone - i think it's a lovely story for them and with just a nice message about marriage.
Are you familiar with "The Stone Before the Door"? I told that at Buck P. Creacy's wedding.
Hiya Pam,

Thanks for replying, that must be the name of the story someone suggested that I've decided to do, I think it's beautiful and perfect for a wedding. Wedding's ina couple of weeks so I've started working it up.




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