Men in skirts
It was very nice of Jesse to invite all of us to his wedding. The only one who couldn't make it was Anne. It was a great wedding. But the best part was at the beginning after everyone had gone up the aisle, the groomsmen in their kilts (and swords!), the bridesmaids and of course the bride and groom. The minister, who was the youth pastor at the church here in Rocky when Will and Jesse were in the youth group, stood in front of Jesse and Colleen and said, "Mawwiage. Mawwiage is what bwings us togethaw today. . ." Some of the old people looked mystified but the rest of us were laughing. Anyway it got serious after that.
We went shopping in between the ceremony and the reception. The reception was good too except it was so hot in there. There were lit candles everywhere which I'm sure added to the heat. Those poor groomsmen and the dads were all in their wool kilts and socks with jackets.
It was a dry wedding; the toasts were made with sparkling grape juice. So afterwards we went to the Hotel MacDonald for a drink, since Grace can now come with us. Sat on the outside patio, it was great.
Had a fleeting visit with Jude, we really appreciate her letting us just descend on her like that. I'm guessing that Folkfest weekend will also look like a hostel.
Sam got a letter last week from the University saying he had been awarded a large scholarship from the school of business. Very exciting, except he said he didn't apply for that one. The application deadline was January, you had to submit an educational reference and an essay and he didn't do any of those things. I said he should call the awards office but he's just going to wait and see if the money shows up.
Can't believe Jesse is married.
We went shopping in between the ceremony and the reception. The reception was good too except it was so hot in there. There were lit candles everywhere which I'm sure added to the heat. Those poor groomsmen and the dads were all in their wool kilts and socks with jackets.
It was a dry wedding; the toasts were made with sparkling grape juice. So afterwards we went to the Hotel MacDonald for a drink, since Grace can now come with us. Sat on the outside patio, it was great.
Had a fleeting visit with Jude, we really appreciate her letting us just descend on her like that. I'm guessing that Folkfest weekend will also look like a hostel.
Sam got a letter last week from the University saying he had been awarded a large scholarship from the school of business. Very exciting, except he said he didn't apply for that one. The application deadline was January, you had to submit an educational reference and an essay and he didn't do any of those things. I said he should call the awards office but he's just going to wait and see if the money shows up.
Can't believe Jesse is married.
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Hee hee hee, Willie in a skirt! Totally suits you, my dear.
That is brilliant about the "mawwiage." ha ha!
You looked very handsome, Will, sayeth a biased grandparent.
Way to go, Sam - you must be good to get a scholarship you didn't apply for - do hope its not an error on their part.
What an attractive family!
Way to go Sam, I would suppose that they had heard of your brilliance and decided to give you the scholarship.
Why was everyone in kilts, if Jesse is not Scottish, is Colleen?
And on a final note, yes, I was thinking we should invite Neil's family too.
Well, Jesse is part Scottish. He said that his dad always stressed their Scots roots, so Jesse was surprised that his dad was taken aback to hear about the kilt plans. His dad was even more stunned when he found out the dads had to wear them too.
I think everyone should wear kilts as a matter of course, even if they have West Indian roots or something. Or Slovakian.
Of course, we do actually have a McQuarrie tartan, you should get that and wear as a kilt.
Maybe I'll find it in Scotland and wear it then.
When Theresa and I were in Scotland and found the tartan for grandma, it was just luck, that someone had been in and ordered a length of it, because it is no longer an active tartan, so not really carried in the stores.
I gave that tartan to Grandma, then a few years later she gave it back, so I had it made into a little kilt for Anne. Very cute.
I still have a piece of that, in my treasure chest. If anyone's curious I'll take a photo next time I'm home.
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