I loved everything about Price and Kip's wedding. Price was a stunning bride, who was at ease the entire day. When we had to move her reception (thanks to hurricane Hannah) from the tent at her parents' house to the Keswick Hunt Club, she took it all in stride. Her sister, Maggie, designed and made her wedding dress...and her other sister, Caroline, rocked the reception with her rendition of At Last by Etta James. At one point, i thought the floorboards of the hunt club might give in...there was no shortage of dancing or fun had. Below is an article Hugh Wilson, Price's dad, wrote for the Keswick newspaper. I love it. thought you might too...Hugh Wilson, Father of the Bride remembers
The wedding was in the church where she was an acolyte who carried the cross one Christmas. The reception was in the Hunt club where she went, as a very wicked witch, with her sisters and brother to the Halloween haunted house. The bridesmaids were her fourth grad pals plus her two sisters. Her little brother, Pat, not so little any more, was a groomsmen. Charters and I couldn’t help wondering how the years had just shot by us.
Price was the beautiful bride in the beautiful dress her sister had made for her. Frayser “Kip” White was the handsome groom, himself a local boy – no man – the son of Frayser and Gail, our dear friends.
The Reverend Julie Norton performed the marriage with her usual grace, faith and good cheer. It was a fully Christian wedding, over before the pagans know what had hit them.
Maggie, the frantic dressmaker, fainted in the middle of the ceremony, but as drinking champagne fifteen minutes later at Kinloch Farm. Bob and Janice Aron had provided their magnificent home as a pre- and post- wedding staging area.
Lynn Easton Andrews and her wonderful associates made it all look so easy.
Our friend, Steve Tyrell, flew in from Los Angeles to sing the same song he made so memorable in the movie “Father of the Bride”. It was “The Way You Look Tonight”.
Sister Caroline gave Etta James something to think about when she sang “At Last”.
Then the rock/bluegrass/kickass band, The Gourds, rolling in from Austin, Texas made the old floorboards bend right up until the couple slipped off to Keswick Hall in a shower of sparklers.
At several points during all of this, my wife cried. She was – excepting the bride, of course – the prettiest girl there.
If you're interested...here is their slideshow (again)...compliments of Lynne Brubaker
