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. 16 FALL 2013 SUMMER 2013