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Sunday, 9 September 2007

A Wedding on Cayuta lake

Alpine, New York

The wedding took place yesterday in a chapel in the woods built shortly after the Revolutionary War. It was a short walk from the chapel though the forest to the old Inn where the reception was held.

The Inn is on a small glacier-carved lake with an Indian name.

The bride and groom, Tony (my nephew) and Shannon, made an extremely attractive couple. Unfortunately, my digital camera took a dump and I have no pictures. I’ll be shopping for a new one soon.

The bride and groom pledged to plant a tree in honor of each guest in lieu of traditional wedding favors. It will be a fairly large forest when they get done. The fireworks at the edge of the lake in the rain were wonderful.

Tony is the oldest son of my cousin Danny. We got to talk briefly to all three of his boys. He has reason to be proud. The youngest, Todd, is about to graduate with a degree in education. Mrs. Phred and Todd talked shop about Special Education.

The middle son, Danny, is a young Army Captain. He just returned from Iraq. He cut a striking figure in his Army uniform dress uniform with three rows of decorations. Danny reminds me much in appearance and demeanor of his grandfather, Bruce.

Bruce piloted a glider on D-day into Normandy with the 101st Airborne. He was a big man who told imaginative stories to his children and nephews on Sunday mornings. He was much loved.

Danny has only a year left on his Army commitment. Unfortunately, it appears that he may be redeployed to Iraq in a few months. If so, he will not be released before his 15 month 2nd tour of duty is completed.

Today Mrs. Phred and I took a strenuous 5 mile hike down and back the Enfield Gorge in heavy rain. The gorge is spectacular. It has been formed in the last 10,000 years after the glaciers receded. The stream made deep canyons in the soft shale. I missed the camera.

In the morning we head south again.

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