Hurricane Joaquin beware, Millerstown is the place to be this weekend.
The Statue of Liberty on Route 322 ftowards State College, standing in the Susquehanna.
The local was this lovely, not yet, fall foliage ready farm for a barn reception. Novel and fun.
The term “live” for these blogs means not home, and no Photoshop. Raw and generally unedited. Spots, dots, bad parallax and all. Sometimes the event is too much fun, not to write about, or needs a fresh output.
Stephen and Anna, the wonderful groom and bride.
The groom’s lovely sister, Danielle was also one of the official photographers.
The groom’s brother on drums, the bride’s brother on banjo.
What a great idea, the bride and groom and others, serve the guests!
Three generations: Jaime, JJ and Nicholas. . .
. . .Grandma, the groom’s aunt, and my cousin.
Fun for cousins Theresa and Hannah.
Father and Daughter.
Mother and Daughter.
The groom’s mom and dad still doing it.
The brothers-in-law cutting up in PA.
The groom’s family lines up for the family photo.
The bride’s folk cut up for theirs.
Weddings of one’s children bring us closer together, as it marks a passage in time. It commemorates time passed and time together. In that pretty barn in Pennsylvania, we watched as that closeness follows the next generation.
My cousins forever Jaime, Mary, Camille and Stephanie.