In a small town in the old country the Rabbi died.
His widow, the Rebbetzin, 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 Rebbetzin 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 Friday came.
They went to the Mikva.
Then home to prepare to light the candles.
The butcher leaned over to her and said,
“My mother told me that after the Mikva and before lighting the candles, it’s a mitzvah to have lovemaking.”
So they did. She lit the candles. He leaned over again and said,
“My father told me that after lighting the candles it’s good to have lovemaking.”
So they did. They went to bed after prayers to get ready for Shabbos.
When they awoke he said to her,
“My grandmother said that before you go to the synagogue it’s a mitzvah to have make love.”
So they did. After praying all day, they came home to rest, and again he whispers in her ear,
“My grandfather says after praying it’s a mitzvah to have make love.”
So they did. On Sunday she goes out to shop for food and meets a friend who asks,
“So how is the new husband?”
She replies, “Well, he is no scholar, but he comes from a wonderful family.”