| The Rabbi in a small town in the old country died. His widow, the Rebbetzin, was disconsolate for months until the people of the village decided she should remarry. The town was so small that it only had one eligible bachelor, the butcher. The Rebbetzin was concerned because she had been wed to a scholar, but this butcher had little education. But, as she was lonely, she agreed, and soon they were married. After the marriage, on the next Friday she went to the mikvah and then home to light the candles. Her new husband leaned over and said, "My mother taught me that after the mikvah and before lighting the candles, it's good to have sex." So they did. She then lit the candles and he again leaned over to her and whispered, "My father taught me that after lighting the candles, it's good to have sex." So they did. After saying their prayers, they went to bed, but when they awoke the next morning, he said, "My grandmother taught me that before going to synagogue, it's good to have sex." So they did. After praying all morning, they came home to rest and again he whispered, "My grandfather taught me that after praying, it's good to have sex." So they did. On Sunday she went shopping and ran into an old friend who asked, "So? How is the new husband?" She replied, "Well, he's no scholar, but he comes from a wonderful family!" |