Weddings Stir Memories
September 3, 2007 at 12:04 pm (Home Sweet Home, Photographs)
My brother & his bride
Remember when I talked about how stress-free my wedding was? This doesn’t mean that I don’t think big weddings are beautiful. My brother got married this summer (in Timmins, ON), frills and all, and it was lovely. The part I like best about big weddings is that you get to see family you haven’t seen in eons. This is especially exhilarating for someone like me who lives over 4800 km from home.
One of my uncles, whom I hadn’t seen in years, decided to come to the wedding with his four daughters. He’s close to my age, so we were very close growing up. Tears of joy streamed my face when I spotted him at the rehearsal. He’s often remembered for the pranks he liked to play on people as a kid, and I was often his target.
One spring while visiting my grandma’s farm, we were walking along a trail when he suddenly stopped and pointed to a plant.
“This,” he said, “is poison ivy…you better not touch it or you’ll end up with an itchy rash all over your arm.”
“Really? Okay…” I backed away from it and kept walking, being extra careful not to come near it.
A few feet further he points to another plant and reassures me: “This one’s okay, you can touch this one.”
Stupid me, what do I do? Reach out and touch it. It didn’t take long for the plant to work its magic and I ended up running back to the farm crying. My grandmother’s high-pitched yell still resonnates in my ears: “Phi-li-pe!!!!”
Yup, he was in trouble again, but all that is forgiven now.
