Tabby and Helena (pronounced Hel-EE-nah) (my third instinct after HEL-ena and Hel-LAY-nah) got married at the stunningÂ Park McCollough House, a 35-room Victorian mansionÂ in North Bennington, Vermont. Â A bit of a haul for me, but worth it, as it was an exquisitely beautiful fall day, and perfect for some cross-country leaf-peeping.
When I arrived, the gals were getting dressed in separate quarters as various aubergine-clad bridesbabes ran last-minute errands. Â I checked in with both of them, saw that all was copaesthetic, and went to head out to the gardens where the ceremony would take place.
Suddenly, I got a shout-out from one of the attending women, who was running towards me with a pillar candle. Â “They’re lighting a unity candle! Â Can you stick this somewhere?”
I hadn’t known they were lighting a unity candle, there wasn’t a place to put it in the garden (other than the ground), and I didn’t have any prepared candle-lighting text.
However, we here at Vermont Wedding Officiant are nothing if not improvisational. Â I ran into the public bathroom at Park McCollough, and found a little white wicker side table stacked with tourist magazines – which quickly ended up on the floor, as the table exunted to the garden with me.
Then I ran out to my car. Â It happens that Tabby and Helena’s wedding was the first of three that day, and the third ceremony DID have a candle-lighting as part of the proceedings. Â So I grabbed that page, tossed it into the folder the the rest of Tabby and Helena’s ceremony and we were good to go.
I should add that Helena gets extra props for both bravery and total commitment. Â As she was delivering her vows to Tabby, someone from the Assembled Group called out to her that she had a wasp on her back. Â Quoth Helena, “I don’t care.” Â She was like a totally dedicated postal worker. Â Neither rain, nor sleet, nor snow, nor scary stinging insect could keep her from her appointed vows.
I have a feeling that Tabby’s in very good hands.