Hey! You Got Eyeballs In There?<\/p>\n
By Kate Chamberlin<\/p>\n
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As Grace grows up, some of her stories are happy, some trying, some enlightening, and a few themes are sad, but, they\u2019re all the warp and woof of what goes into the tapestry of life we call Family. The daily living skills and techniques demonstrated by the fictional characters in these stories are valid, tried and true.<\/p>\n
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#33. The Wedding<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, no,\u201d Grace groaned, as she heard voices from the docks near the small cottage on Lake Pocotopaug where they were going to start their honeymoon. \u201cI thought all of Mother\u2019s cousins and friends would be gone by the time we got here.\u201d<\/p>\n
The lake friends warmly welcomed Ken and Grace.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe didn\u2019t know you\u2019d be coming,\u201d Mal said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t your Mother tell us?\u201d Lila asked<\/p>\n
Eventually, it came out that Ken and Grace were married.<\/p>\n
\u201cReally,\u201d Percy said. \u201cWhen did you kids tie the knot?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, actually,\u201d Ken stalled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe were married this afternoon,\u201d Grace finished for him.<\/p>\n
They had to endure several minutes of teasing about this being their secret honeymoon spot. Within 20-minutes, the other families had cleared out and the other four cottages were empty.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlone, at last,\u201d Ken said wolfishly, wrapping his arms around Grace in a bear hug and\u00a0 nibbling her neck.<\/p>\n
The first three days at the Lake were perfect for lounging on the dock, leisure rows around the lake, cooking out and touring the small shops in town.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, this feels weird,\u201d Grace said, standing in the middle of the Comstock Bridge.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Salmon State forest,\u201d Ken began to read from the brochure in his most docent-like voice.\u201d\u2026 features Comstock’s Bridge, the only remaining covered bridge in eastern Connecticut, which spans the Salmon River near our cottage in East Hampton.\u201d<\/p>\n
In the cool, morning mist, the ducks on their dock would wake them up, demanding to be fed with their loud quacks, squabbling, and splashes. The ducks weren\u2019t intimidated when Grace and Ken walked onto the dock in their bare feet and matching blue striped jammies, instead, the boldest of the quackers came up to them looking for pieces of bread.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis reminds me of when I was a little girl and we sat near the family camp\u2019s duck pond,\u201d Grace said, holding her palm out with the bread for the ducks. \u201cThe counselors would tell us nature stories that made us laugh and sometimes, cry.\u201d<\/p>\n
At dusk, each resident put luminaries on the end of their dock.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe small, brown paper bags are oiled,\u201d Ken explained As they sat on their own dock. \u201dThen, they are weighted down with sand in the bottom of the bag. A small candle is placed in the sand and lit.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe surface of the calm lake mirrors the lights, appearing to deepen the depth of the water, the depth of romance, and the depth of my love for you,\u201d Ken softly said, kissing her neck.<\/p>\n
Early on their fourth day at the cottage, still snuggled in bed with Ken, Grace said, \u201cListen to that thunder rumble. It reminds me of the first morning I main-streamed into the public high school.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I remember seeing you for the first time in the lunch line,\u201d Ken smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh don\u2019t remind me of that, thank you very much!\u201d Grace laughed. \u201cMain-streaming turned out to be the right move after all.\u201d<\/p>\n
The thunder that shook the little cottage moved on, but, the low-slung clouds persisted and it rained off and on.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, we planned on going to Boston today, anyway,\u201d Ken said. \u201cWhat about starting the second phase of our honeymoon sooner rather than later?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBoston Park Plaza, here we come,\u201d Grace said giving Ken a bear hug.<\/p>\n
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