Friday, April 7, 2017

The things you find....

While clearing out the attic, we found this cardboard sign:
There's a bit missing, but I bet you can figure out what it said! 

When we got married in May of 1989 at my brother and sister-by-love's farm in Virginia, the sign was put on the back of the rental car that we left in. Since I've been scanning in pictures, I recently came across the pictures in the album from that day:
Nephew Ricky was helping out with the string to tie the sign onto the car...

Regina and Aunt Libby (and Ginny barely visible under her mom's elbow) working on crepe paper.

"What do we do with this part?"

Ginny is "on task"!

I remember that I could see the activity from the room where we were changing to leave, and I saw them opening the engine compartment and yelled out the window, "Don't do anything to the engine!!!"  Aunt Libby yelled back, "Why not?!?!?"

Jimmy's arms were long enough to do the back window decorations...

Ginny and Ricky were enjoying the fun!


Instead of rice, the guests threw grass seed as there were spots in the front yard that needed seeding. I think we were supposed to take a circuitous route to ensure all the spots got addressed, but... we didn't.

There was tape over the door locks so we would be delayed for enough time to have more grass seed hit...

And so the grass seed hits!

This was a picture we took after we left the farm to show the sign on the back (the one that we found in the attic in tatters now).

With the cans trailing noisily behind us!

Since it was a rental, Dwayne suggested we go to the Hertz return lot and give a story about being parked near a church and when we came out, this had happened! But... I still remember how neat it was that folks were honking and waving at us and giving thumbs up and congratulating us from their cars. I had never thought about that impact of riding in a "Just Married" decorated car... but it was something that just added to the specialness of the day, sharing the joy with strangers who were just passing by.

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