While a few of us schmoozed outside, the hotel was readied for the banquet.
The catering consisted of hay bales, ice, and kegs. Guests were requested to grace us with their presence, and not presents, and particpate in a pot luck in lieu of gifts. It worked! I had a turkey smoking in the ice house, and between the ceremony and the feast, our friends schlepped chairs and tables and made way for the meal.
Once again the friends pitched in, schlepped the tables away, set chairs up on the perimeter so we could not jump up and down next to the walls, which were then separating from the floors, and the dance began, and the drinking continued. Music provided by cassette, speakers powered by an extension cord coming down the mountain from Mike and Jody’s house.
I love the picture of you with your daughter!
Wonderful seeing pictures of my Dad. What a beautiful wedding.
You are Ross’s daughter? He meant the world and much more to me.