Alaina's Wedding
News ·Sunday August 26, 2007 @ 22:40 EDT (link)
We left the cottage at around 1100 Friday morning, after final packing and cleanup, heading directly to my Uncle Murray's for the family reunion. His new place in Newmarket is very nice; pool and poker tables downstairs, nice stone sitting area out back, and gardens; overlooks a finite field, shown at left. Due to Murray's largesse, most of my cousins and uncles and aunts were there (using indentation so that when I say "A and B, their son C, his wife D, and their daughter E", the antecedent of the last their is clear):
- Sharon and John*
- their daughter Julie
- their son Steven and his wife Olga (who plays a mean game of pool)
Grandma Martin
- Graham and Wendy
- their daughter Ashley and her boyfriend (fiancé?) Shaun
- their son Chris and his wife Vanessa
- their son Jordan and his girlfriend Amy
- Lois and George*
- Jamie and Karen (Karen absent, being with child)
- random wee sprogs (twins)
- Carolyn
- Murray (separated from Kathleen)
- Lucas
- Alaina and fiancé Patrick
* Martin reunion, so she gets to be first.
It was also Grandma Martin's 90th birthday, so there was a cake. Apologies if I forgot anyone else (no apologies for forgotten sproggen; they're not people until they're about six anyway).
Graham and Wendy used to live in Ottawa (next to Grandma Martin, in a semi-detached with shared laundry), and Chris and Jordan and I would spend a lot of time together: playing Nintendo, drawing huge maps (grid paper, joined at edges), and (in the basement of a funeral parlor) designing new MegaMan™ games.
Rebecca, in a pale imitation of me from about five years back, was taking photographs with a Nikon digital camera that she and Theo had purchased with their tax return. Unfortunately, when you buy a Nikon camera you don't get skills with it, and while imitation may be the sincerest form of flattery, imitation badly done is just downright annoying: Rebecca shouldn't be allowed to photograph anything that moves, nor most things that don't. A turkey can act like an eagle all day, but that won't get it into the clouds. Sorry, my Padawan, the force is weak to nonexistent in you.
Alaina and Patrick were there briefly and Honey got to talk to Alaina for a while, and I met Patrick: nice guy, lots of tattoes and piercings, but friendly, and the two of them get along great. We headed home around 2230.
The wedding was at 1630 Saturday, at the Kingbridge Centre in King City. It was late, because they'd planned to have it outside but the weather proved inclement. Eventually, after we'd finished most of the snacks on our table and the next, they decided to move it indoors; couches and chairs were moved aside and we stood at the side of the room while the wedding was held on the window side. Once under way, there ceremony was short, sweet, and to the point.
Following there was food and drink downstairs. Mom stayed overnight with family and went to the luncheon Sunday; the rest of us went home.
Dad spoke at Brockview on Sunday; he covered 1 Corinthians 16 in the morning and concluded the study of the book in the evening. (Roy Hill from the UK spoke on Thursday night.)
It was also Grandma Martin's 90th birthday, so there was a cake. Apologies if I forgot anyone else (no apologies for forgotten sproggen; they're not people until they're about six anyway).
The wedding was at 1630 Saturday, at the Kingbridge Centre in King City. It was late, because they'd planned to have it outside but the weather proved inclement. Eventually, after we'd finished most of the snacks on our table and the next, they decided to move it indoors; couches and chairs were moved aside and we stood at the side of the room while the wedding was held on the window side. Once under way, there ceremony was short, sweet, and to the point.