Kellie & Paul's Wedding

16 years ago - #family#Yuba City

And now for the big event: Kellie & Paul's Wedding!

The big debate leading up to the wedding was "Who's Wearing a Tie?". Well, shockingly few men wore a tie. Or not so shocking, considering the Everetts. I was one of the few wearing a tie. I had a nice linen suit for summer events, so I figured it would be silly not to wear it to an event in Yuba City. And I wasn't going to schlep a suit all the way to California and not wear the whole enchilada.

I guess I looked the part of a New Yorker, because several people said to me "Coming to Yuba City from New York must be a big culture shock!" Did I have a wide-eyed blank stare of fear and confusion? I hope not.

The wedding was beautiful. And thankfully the ceremony was not overly long because linen suits do not "breathe" as much as advertised and it was a typical Yuba City day of pounding sun with not a cloud in the sky.

It was a great reception. There's never quite enough time to connect with cousins and catch-up. I keep thinking there will come a day when I'll finally get to sit down and hear what people have been doing with their lives, but before you know it, another 5-10 years have passed by.

This post is part of a series called...
A Trip to Yuba City for Kellie & Paul's Wedding
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Sis and I got a chance to visit Uncle Scott (from my father's side) and his wife, Grace, while we were there. This is only the second time I've seen him in the past ten years.
For most of the rest of the week, we stayed at Aunt Beth's & Uncle Charlie's. Uncle Charlie has spent most of his life working at John Deere. Hence, there is a LOT of John Deere paraphernalia around the house. Charlie took Lorenz on a ride on a "gator". For you city folk, it's a four-wheeled utility vehicle made by (whom else) John Deere. Here's more information: http://www.deere.com/en_US/ProductCatalog/GC/category/GC_UV.html. Lorenz went NUTS getting to ride in this. Just about the only two words that he said crystal clear the whole weekend were "marshmallow" and "gator".
On the way out to Lovey's, Scott drove us by the Sutter County cemetery and pointed out that our birth father and grandparents are buried there. After lunch, both Sis and I wanted to drive back and see Keith Sr's grave. I had never seen it and Sis had only been when she was very young.