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The Village Wedding


Hubs was out the door before the kids and a I were dressed. He worked all morning and planned on picking us up at 1:30pm for the wedding.

Schäfer started the day by asking:
how may travel prizes he will receive
if he can watch a movie on the iPod with the headphone splitter
what special snacks we were packing

The boy LOVES to travel.

Somehow, I got 4 people dressed (3 littles, one big) then Schäfer and Sianna made their beds. I started making baked oatmeal.

Before I knew it, we were behind.


We had circle time. (Truly the kids favorite part of the morning.)
While I read they each made a Tower of Babel.

Sianna with her Tower of Babel.

Schäfer with his Tower of Babel.

Schäfer and I did math while the girls colored.

Then, it was snack time. I read books (never enough!) while they ate.

The girls played upstairs while Schäfer did his phonics.

At 1pm we finished homeschool.

I fed the kids beef stew & biscuits (leftovers from the night before). I changed Selah’s nappy and got all those little things packed: lovies, water, wipes, etc.

Hubs took the elevator upstairs while I rode a separate elevator downstairs. We are just a regular sitcom around here!

This village was different from the previous one we visited (as a family). For starters, it was only about 30 minutes from where we live.

Second, the majority of the ladies still dress in their traditional clothes. How beautiful are they?

The wedding festivities began as new furniture arrived.

It was carried from the brides house into the wedding chamber. The mirror above the door keeps the evil spirits away.

While the new furniture arrives, the villagers begin to eat. The horn blows to start and end the feast.

Over the next three days, hundreds of people will come to partake in the wedding banquet.

Wearing the black, wrapped headpiece is tradition in this village. However, on a wedding day, flowers and other decorations are added.

Serving a wedding banquet to an entire village takes a qualified chef.

While some villagers ate, I tried to get some photos of their amazing, handmade clothes.

All handmade.

Off the back is a round piece which tells the legend of when some village women hid in a cave and were protected by a spider’s web.

Handmade shoes.

A headdress with special wedding decoration.

A festive headdress from the side.

While the guests ate, a refrigerator arrived. In these parts, it is common for the women to carry heavy loads.

From this a side view, you can see how the local ladies carry heavy objects on their head.

Selah loved the beautiful clothing. So many beads. So little time.


More furniture arrived.

Once all the furniture arrived, the groom carried the bride to his house. (She’s riding piggy back.)

As she came to the grooms house, she was covered in silly string.

An alter was placed at the entrance.

The bride was covered in black cloth and kneeled down.

The couple bowed to the alter table three times. Then, went inside the house to the guest chamber.

At this point, we were escorted to a table to begin the next round of the wedding banquet.

Raw pork is a delicacy in these parts.

While we ate (not the raw pork) the bride and groom bowed to each of the family elders.



As we made our way out, I was asked to take several photos and bring them back on my next visit.

Lovely. Lovely people.

On our way home, Shorel took a slight detour to show us the windmills.

These massive windmills were impressive.

We got home at 6:30pm. I was exhausted.
I put the girls in the bath. Schäfer played with Lego until his turn.
By 7pm, we had all the kids in bed.

Selah has been having some stay-in-bed challenges, so we zipped her in a tent. Worked like a charm.

2 comments to The Village Wedding

  • Judith

    The last pictures look like our windfarms around here, except there are no mountains. The first time I visited Jim and asked about them, he explained: “See that ridge over there?” ‘Um, no, there can’t be a ridge for at least 300 miles,’ I was thinking, but sure enough even in flat-as-a-pancake land, there are slight ridges.

    Love the colorful pictures from the wedding!

  • jdavis2

    absolutely beautiful photography.
    love the minority’s attention to detail. stunning.
    thank you for the cultural insights.
    & of course, your family picture was a special treat! good to see you all together!
    oh, & the windmills are impressive too!

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