In a small town in the old country the Rabbi died.
His widow was so disconsolate that the people of the town decided that she ought to get married again. But the town was so small that the only eligible bachelor was the town butcher.
The poor widow was somewhat dismayed because she had been wed to a scholar, and the butcher had no great formal education. However, she agreed and they were married.
After the marriage on Friday, they went to the temple. Then home to prepare to light the candles. The butcher leaned over to her and said, “My mother told me that after the Friday services, and before lighting the candles, it’s expected the couple have sex.”
So they did.
That night after dinner she lit the candles. He leaned over again and said, “My father told me that after lighting the candles it’s good to have sex.”
So they did.
They went to bed after prayers.
When they awoke, he said to her, “My grandmother said that before you go to the synagogue, you are expected to have sex.
So they did.
After praying all day, they came home to rest, and again he whispers in her ear, “My grandfather says that after praying it’s a custom to have sex.”
So they did.
The next day, she went out to shop for food and met a friend who asked, “So how is the new husband?
She replied, “Well, he’s no scholar, but he comes from a wonderful family!”
