Autumn in the North Cemetery.

Sixty miles west of Boston, Massachusetts there is the small New England town of Sturbridge. Located at the junction of I-90 (The Mass Pike), and I-84 it has become known as the "Crossroads of New England". The town was first settled over 300 years ago, and like other small New England towns it has grown just enough over the years to be in a difficult place today. How do we embrace the future without forgetting how we got to our present? How do we attract the right kind of growth, and maintain who we are? And, what about our culture out here in Central Massachusetts?

These pages will cause one to think about how to protect what we have, our future direction, and how to move on in the very best way.

Those thoughts, and other ramblings, will hopefully inspire more thought, conversation, action, and occasionally a smile...

...seems to be working so far

Friday, June 6, 2008

Rules Of Engagment Part Deux

Back in March I wrote of a couple planning their wedding, and how it grew from the simple, to something else. The something else is all good, but it does amaze me how plans grow, change, and get tweaked.

We've been tweakin'.

I never planned anything like this before, but I've watched as friends and co-workers have planned weddings. I've watched them stress, pace, become exhausted, and then sit with a blank look as they stared at the calendar, counting the days remaining.


Not something I wanted to ever go through. I'm too laid back. So laid back nowadays that I am only inches from falling into a coma. Wasn't always this way, but I am thankful I am now, otherwise I'd be going out of my ever lovin' mind.

The wedding will be at Old Sturbridge Village. This was not the first choice. The first choice was a meadow. OSV is better, it offers seating.

When we first came up with the idea to explore the possibility of a wedding at Old Sturbridge Village we treaded slowly. This would mean it would be a real function, not just moment in time flanked by vows and expressions of love.

It meant there would be place settings.

We, or more exactly, Mary, has become a Wedding Planner. From flowers, to colors, to music, to seating, to choosing the entre, and selecting the wedding cake, she has done it all.

I rented a tux.

Oh, I've thrown in my opinion now and again, but she has done most everything. Thank goodness, otherwise we'd be exchanging vows on unicycles in front of Mister Chuckles, the clown.

I believe ones personality actually plans a wedding. She is more stable, so the event will be wonderful, and my input has been carefully tempered. The Cat Juggler is out. The calliope is a no-go, and an antique organ will supply the wedding music.

The finger puppet wedding favors for the guests are history, too.

To be continued...


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