The wedding ring on my left hand was bought by my grandfather Samuel Miliband in Brussels in 1920. I never knew him as he died when I was one. But his ring was kept by my aunt until it was placed on my finger by my wife Louise 32 years later.
We were pretty good mates until the Beatles started to split up and Yoko came into it. It was more like old army buddies splitting up on account of wedding bells.
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When I celebrated my bar mitzvah there was no cake. Today there is no such thing as a bar mitzvah in the United States without a special cake. It can be even more complicated and expensive than a wedding cake because bar-mitzvah cakes are often based on a particular theme.
