the lamp
My parents eloped in 1964, at the age of 19. Ran off from their small Christian college for small Christians and found a Justice of the Peace. (Dad borrowed the $20 to pay the Justice of the Peace from his best friend.)
My paternal grandfather's only reponse was, "You can't possibly get married. You don't even own a lamp!"
Dad walked out of the house, grabbed a log off the wood pile, and made a lamp.
posted by Katydid at 1:51 AM
2 Comments:
that is the best story about weddings i have ever heard. and you know i have a lot! :)
rock on dad. that's awesome.
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