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Per Kennedy tradition, there must be a log sawn within hours of any new marriage, and the man of the hour to make it happen? Brother Kendall.  I think I might have emailed him before anyone else as soon as Glo had a wedding date chosen, because if he couldn't make it, we might just have needed to change the wedding date ;-)

He told me that he didn't have any of the equipment anymore--no sawbuck, no saw, and certainly no log--but he reassured me that he could get it all together.

Well, three weeks before the wedding, and I hadn't received an RSVP card yet from the Kendalls which is very strange, knowing how organized and on top of things Sister Kendall is.  I reached out to them, and there was some weird reluctance there, so John called Tracy.  Turns out, he was worried because he couldn't find any logs, but after John told him that we would find our own log if he would take care of the rest, they were on for coming!

I did offer to pick up anything in State College since Hannah and I had hair appointments a week before the wedding.  They took me up on the offer so that they wouldn't need to drive their truck out to Michigan.  So after seeing Jess and being made "real" blondes again (!), we headed over to the Kendalls.


Brother Kendall had made a new sawbuck that he told us to keep for the next wedding ;-), and he had me take a borrowed saw.  The log had come from a pear tree which bordered his and his neighbor's yard.  It had been knocked over in a storm, but two roots were still connected which kept a small section of the tree alive.  He had been telling his neighbor that he would cut the rest down for a long while but with no response, so when the neighbor sold the house, Brother Kendall swooped in before the new home owners moved in.  And there we had our log!




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