Has there ever been a better (or worse) place to moon your honey than at the biggest little greenish, whitish, bluish, grayish, greatest cabin ever on Farr's Cove?
Discuss.
On behalf of myself, Hula Popp3r, and all the other lures in Grampa's old green tackle box, we want to say a giant CONGRATULATIONS to Neil and his concubine Sarah, to be married in mere days. We are looking forward to getting stuck up in trees, lost forever, when you are visiting... (hint, hint, don't forget about us while you are up here.)
-hp
Update: Later that October...
///**WARNING**: EPIC PICTURES FOLLOW\\\
5 comments:
Ah yes, such a place to honeymoon. I preferred the lavishness of a resort where all of my meals were prepared and available at any hour of the day and rose petals were strewn daily in our room and hot baths were drawn...
but hey, it will be JUST as nice up there!!!!! Hee hee.
But really, it's the perfect place for Neil and Sarah, and really, who cares about all that finery, it's your honeymoon! Have a big water fight in the cove in memory of me :) (Brrr, i can only imagine how cold that water is now!)
have fun!!!!
Jaye
Having been up there in September to paint the place with My mom and dad, I will say this.
Bring A Sweater!
Enjoy the honeymoon. Kim and I spent three weeks on a bus touring Europe....somehow I think yours will be a bit calmer.
Mat
PS: I have painting pictures if you want to post them here!
Nell if i had the time i would love to be Bert or Ernie on your 1st. night in West Gardiner(wait a min. Bert is in West Gardiner):)
you know who this is
well, i got the Bert and Ernie reference (very cute...but i would hope it won't rain like that for Neil and Sarah)...but who was that? hmmm...will we ever know??
I just now caught this question, Jaye...Bert Voyer was Gramma and Grampa Connor's first next-door neighbor (father of Tom and Paul Voyer!) He is buried across from the little white church on the 4-corners where you turn to go down the road to the turn for Osprey lane. ( There's a funny story about someone wanting to take a short-cut in preparing the hole for his casket in the cemetery-getting carried away with the back-hoe and digging too big a hole,but thinking no-one would notice if he covered it over with a green rug...and then, in the course of the ceremony, falling in the hole!)
Its been our Dutilly tradition to say "Hi, Bert!" every time we get to the top of the hill where that cemetery is!
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