For my research paper, I am interested in my ancestors' marriage ages in correlation with their nation's and states' averages. The narrative I want to depict, in order to hook my audience, is the story of my parent's first date. The date my dad proposed to my mom on a horse drawn carriage in downtown Atlanta with a ring and everything. From observation of marriages, divorces, and remarriages within my family I hope to be able to learn insights into what makes a marriage work. It is clear that marriage is not a walk in the park, but the happiness that is experienced throughout the journey is one I would love to tap in to.
Maybe put specific questions.
My favorite part is the phrase, "with a ring and everything." It adds voice. So the question you are exploring is "what makes a marriage works?" and maybe "How working hard at a marriage brings joy?" Very interesting.
I agree that the question "what makes a marriage work" would be a great question
you could tie in the ages of your ancestors to "what makes marriage work" because it seems like that might play a part
The family is ordained of God. The organization of the family is one of the main keys to happiness in this life, but many wonder why so many trials occur within our homes and between loved ones. Many families, if not all, are considered dysfunctional by one standard or another. To solve this mystery one must look at the essential factors that comprise the overall well-being of the family unit including: marriage age, divorce and remarriage, and familial religiosity.
A few decades ago, in 1990, a young man met a beautiful young woman at Institute, and in turn fell in love with her. She was not convinced though, and rejected his attempts of courting more than once. As a last ditch effort a bouquet of flowers were sent to her workplace; surly he would get a date now. After persuasion from coworkers, and reassurance that if given a pity date she would never have to see him again, she accepted. Realizing that this was his only chance with the woman of his dreams he determined to make it the best date ever. He planned for them to dine at the Peachtree Plaza in Atlanta, Georgia and afterwards explore the night life via horse drawn carriage. She endured the evening and when her date got down on one knee inside a horse drawn carriage with an engagement ring in hand she was absolutely stunned. "Is this real?" She asked. Mistaking her question as one concerning the authenticity of the rock the scared twenty something fumbled his words as he explained ring and rock quality. She quickly stopped him and rephrased the question, "I mean to ask, are you really asking me this question? On the first date?" Mortified, he responded, "Yes." She did not give him an answer that night. Two days later, after much prayer, in the middle of Sacrament meeting my mom leaned over to my dad's roommate and whispered, "You just lost a roommate." Then she turned to my dad and simply said, "yes." Needless to say, he did not have the strength to stand for the rest hymn.
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