Our Maine Street's Aroostook Issue 18 : Fall 2013 | Page 16

fitting was a challenge. Pat accommodated
Gabrielle’s schedule and came in on a
Sunday afternoon. When Ted’s pants had
to be hemmed at the last minute, Pat was
there for us. Can you find that kind of
service in Southern Maine? Take a number,
get in line, and wait.

And how about the people who
helped with the reception? Sisters, brothers,
nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles, cousins
and in-laws decorated, served food, played
music, took photos, and kept us calm and
organized. While, I would hope, any family
would do the same, I know being from The
County or marrying someone from The
County means there is no question that
everyone will pitch in. We’ll never be able
to thank them enough for all they did; no
wedding coordinator, DJ, or photographer
could have done the same. But it did not
stop there. A co-worker of the groom’s
mother offered to cook for free. He got the
commercial barbeque, grilled the chicken
and wanted nothing in return. That’s
County family in its truest form.

For all of my complaining about
the long winters, bad roads, and lack of
this or that, there really is no place like
home, no place like The County. I will try
to remind myself of the lessons I learned
from Gabrielle and Rhon’s wedding every
time I am tempted to lust after the gems in
Southern Maine and disregard the jewels
in my backyard.

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FALL 2013
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