Honeymoon (or, a roadtrip with Accacia & Grigg)

On our honeymoon road trip

On our honeymoon road trip

Before we were even engaged, I asked Grigg hypothetically, if he’d ever considered a honeymoon and if so, what sort of a post-wedding trip sounded good to him. After his BM’s toast at our wedding, I’m sure none of you are surprised to know that his answer was a road trip in an old truck.  He is in the process of restoring a 1948 Chevy truck and our first honeymoon plan was to take it all around the country for a few weeks.  But as any of you who have restored an old truck know, these projects always take longer than expected.  Being that the truck isn’t done yet, we decided that our honeymoon would be a trip to Wild and Wonderful West Virginia. It fit our criteria – in particular, we found a nice place to stay that was less than 4 hours’ drive from home, it was somewhere mostly new to both of us, and provided some things to do without being too busy.  And, there would likely be antique malls, junk shoppes, and flea markets, which Grigg says, can be “most entertaining.”  The ’round the country roadtrip in the truck is postponed until the truck is finished.

Half-stuffed car parked at Kanawha falls

Half-stuffed car parked at Kanawha falls

So – if we may refer you to the BM toast again, you shall see that our honeymoon met several of the criteria for “A Roadtrip with Grigg.”

#1: We didn’t find any diesel engines, however, we did come back with a new (to us) sewing machine.  Do you remember Grigg’s vows? He vowed to care for me and my sewing machines and sometimes that means buying a pristine 1948 Singer 201-2 in the #42 cabinet for $38 in Parkersburg, WV.

Singer 201-2 in cabinet with stool and box of sewing notions

Singer 201-2 in cabinet with stool and box of sewing notions

#4: I didn’t touch the steering wheel the whole time.  Now, that is mostly because I haven’t mastered the stick shift yet.

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Grigg & our new friend loading a coal/wood stove at a flea market in downtown Parkersburg, WV

#10: On our drive home, the car was packed to the gills – even the roof rack.  Grigg said at one point, “We should have taken the trailer… But if we had, that would be full already, too.”  The below picture shows our new acquisitions — our own luggage is barely in sight on the front porch.

Family photo with our new purchases

Family photo with our new purchases

If you look close you can see versions of our favorite tools, which were the names of tables at the wedding reception: White Mountain Ice cream maker;  Apple peeling/cutting tools.  Most of what you see was made before we were born… The Sellers “Hoosier” Cabinet was probably built before 1930, and is something we now need in the kitchen with all of the wonderful gifts we’ve received from y’all.  We are overcome with gratitude that you all were part of such an amazing event in our lives and we will be in touch personally before too long.

What year did we get married?

What year did we get married?

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You’re on a road-trip with Grigg (a toast)

–Presented  by all 4 of my Best Men, Andrew, Ira, Adam, and Matt.  Matt being the primary spokesperson for the bunch on this occasion.

My name is Matt and I’ve known Grigg since High School. Now, in our capacity as BMs we’ve been asked to say a few words, today… and given the undeniable love for puns in parts of the Mullen Family, there was a lot of pressure to choose our words wisely. Adam here, detests puns, so I decided that he’d be the perfect person to test them on. I tried ten different puns on him, to see, if any of them would get a positive response out of him, but no pun in ten did.

But even without those puns, I’m sure there will be a lot of merriment, today. Grigg has been a friend for many years. He’s solid as a rock, so we were all thrilled when he told us that he had met Accacia and that through that, he got a little bolder and proposed. I’m sure he was very engaging. Apparently the engagement ring is a family heirloom, so it’s clearly not a sham-rock.

Marriage means more than just a new name and address. It has a nice ring to it. Marriage is like a journey, a road-trip if you will, that you, Accacia and Grigg will embark on together.

At different times over the years, all of us BMs have gone on shorter, much less meaningful road-trips with Grigg, but nonetheless, we’ve compiled a number of interesting facts on what these trips are all about.

1.            If you bring back more diesel engines than you left with –
2.            When you wake up in the hotel, and it’s really Grigg’s Jetta –
3.            When your toiletries include a toothbrush, toothpaste and a clean change of work-clothes –
4.            If you’ve driven thousands of miles but haven’t touched the steering-wheel in 3 days –
5.            If you’ve eaten at 6 highly recommended BBQ Restaurants in the last 48 hours –
6.            If the bed of the truck is the bed of the truck –
7.            If your tool bag weighs more than your suitcase –
8.            If the AC is running, but you still need to roll down the windows frequently –
9.            If you’re assisting the windshield wipers with a length of string –
10.          If you’re hauling more with your compact car than most people haul with their trucks –
11.          If you refer to flat dead animals as “Road Pizza” –
12.          If you consider ebay or Craigslist your travel-advisors –

You’re on a road-trip with Grigg

Matt: Ok, it gets a little more serious, now. Accacia, because we live scattered across the Globe, we have had only very little time to really get to know you. However, I speak for all of us, when I say that we feel richer for having met you and that we look forward to catching up on that in the years to come. You have attracted the love of our friend, and our brother, Grigg, and if that is not all the endorsement you could ask for, I don’t know what would be.

I would therefore like everyone to raise their glasses and join us in a toast:

To Accacia and Grigg!

It’s true… Together my BM’s and I  have covered literally thousands upon thousands of miles over the years and country, for better or for worse giving them some authority on the subject.

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We got hitched

We have just gotten back from our honeymoon trip to West Virginia (more on that soon) and wanted to share some bits from our wedding ceremony with y’all since some of you told us it was hard to hear a few parts. Also, if you were wondering about our processional and recessional song choices, they were:
“EmmyLou” by First Aid Kit for the BM processional;
“The Hungry Rock” by Dervish for the Mullen processional;
“All that Matters” by Mark Knopfler for the Flanagan processional;
and
“California Stars” written by Woody Guthrie and performed by Billy Bragg & Wilco for the recessional.

Laurie’s opening blessing:
“All of you today are here to support Grigg & Accacia and in turn, be supported.
Allow yourselves to bask in the gift of Accacia & Grigg’s love,
then turn and share it with someone else.
Today, tomorrow, next week…
With your partner, a friend or a stranger.
Yet, while it’s fresh in your hearts, minds, and spirits.”

Jesse’s reading, from the late Rev. Theodore Parker (1810-1860):
“Men and women and especially young people, do not know that it takes years to marry completely two hearts, even the most loving and well-assorte. Nature allows no sudden change. We slope very gradually from the cradle to the summit of life. Marriage is gradual: a fraction of us at a time. A perfect and complete marriage, where wedlock is everything you could ask for and the ideal of marriage becomes actual, is not common. Perhaps it is as rare as personal beauty. Men and women are married fractionally, now a small fraction, then a large fraction. Very few are married totally.

A happy wedlock is a long falling in love. I know young persons think love belongs only to the brown-haired and crimson-cheeked. So it does for its beginning, just as Mount Washington begins at Boston Bay. But the golden marriage is a part of love which the bridal day knows nothing of.”

Anne-Lise’s reading, an excerpt from The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho:
“When he looked into her eyes, he learned the most important part of the language that
all the world spoke – the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding
in their heart. It was love. Something older than humanity, more ancient than the desert.
What the boy felt at that moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in
his life, and that, with no need for words, she recognized the same thing. He was more
certain of it than of anything in the world. Because when you know that language, it’s
easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether it’s in the middle of
the desert or in some great city. And when two such people encounter each other, and
their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment,
and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand
only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world.
Without such love, one’s dreams would have no meaning.”

Cosmo’s reading, The Heart of Hands Ceremony:
“Our hands are an extension of our hearts, through their movements people know what we are, who we are and how we feel. Take someone’s hand and you will have in that moment- begun the awareness of yourself. That moment has the seed of the creation of love, every time it is done.

Let your hands become the joining together of you and another human being, the extension of your heart, the merging of two rivers, the grafting of two branches, the birth of new life. Your hands are you.”

Our vows:
“I take you, Grigg/Accacia,
To be my husband/wife;
Loving what I know of you,
Trusting what I don’t yet know.
Teaching you and learning from you.
Always having faith in you.
Admiring your industriousness
I will love you when we are together,
And when we are apart.
When life is peaceful,
And as it challenges us.
When I am proud of you,
And when I am disappointed in you.
In loving you,
I will hold your family as part of my own.
I will honor your goals and dreams,
G- I will always care for you and your sewing machines.
A- I will appreciate you and your pursuit of preciseness.
From my heart,
I will seek to be open and honest with you.
I will cherish our relationship,
As it is a precious gift.”

And, the Irish Blessing at the end of the ceremony:
“May the long time sun shine upon you,
All love surround you,
And the pure light within each of you
Guide your way home.”

Thank you all for coming to our wedding. It was an incredibly wonderful and beautiful day for us and we are so very grateful to all of you for being part of it. We have received countless compliments and very nice feedback from friends and family who were there with us. Some of you have said it was the sweetest or nicest wedding you’ve ever been to and it’s the best we’ve been to as well!

Our photographer, Brinn Willis, was also very taken by it. Check out her blog post about the wedding!

We know many of you took pictures that day and we will soon have a place for you to share them.

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Stage is almost set

Stage

That’s all, just a picture to get you thinking about the big day on Saturday, tomorrow!

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The Map

We have updated our Google Map.

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I SCREAM

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Artesian Ice Cream Making

Equipment needed:

1 artesian well drilling rig.

30 feet of well points of the same diameter as a one-gallon ice cream container.

1 ice cream pump

Directions: Find your way to Big Rock Candy mountain. Ask a hobo for directions (since, by definition, there are no neighborhood hobos, look around the closest railroad tracks for one that may be passing through).

Once there, choose your flavor. The strawberry ice cream aquifer can be found beneath the strawberry bushes; vanilla beneath the vanilla bean trees; coffee and chocolate beneath the cacao trees, etc.

Once sited, begin drilling. Ice cream will surge to the surface when you reach the ice cream aquifer.

Install well points into the aquifer.

Attach pump.

Turn on pump.

Eat all the ice cream you want. Scoop and store as much as you can fit in your freezer.

FAQ: What if the hobo passing through my neighborhood won’t tell me the way to Big Rock Candy Mountain?

A: Oh. Sorry. Hobos never tell the way to BRCM. They’re sworn not to. But the rewards would be so great we think it’s worthwhile to keep asking. In the meantime, here’s our alternative.

Motorized Artisan Ice Cream Making on Adair Hill

Cast:

Ice cream maker in chief:

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Grigg Mullen III

Assistant ice cream maker and chief taste-tester:

Will Barry-Rec

Documentarian:

Matt Anderson

Deputy dawgumentarian:

Mark Flanagan

Plot:

To make 10 gallons of ice cream to make cool a party on Friday night that precedes the climactic scene in which the chief ice cream maker marries the girl of his dreams, Nell (aka Accacia, which are not the first two words of a tongue-twister) and they ride off into the moonset.

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Advance preparation:

The ice cream-making event takes place on Adair Hill on Wednesday, May 15. In prior weeks, ice cream maker in chief Grigg has motorized a home ice cream maker by attaching it to a 2 ½ horsepower Witt engine and rigging two pulleys so that it will turn the ice cream maker at the proper speed. The whole kit and caboodle are mounted on a wooden skid which, in turn is attached to a trailer. (Go ahead and try this at home… if you have skills in small engine operation and repair, carpentry and the machinist arts). The trailer is delivered on May 13 to the site of the soon-to-be-cool pre-wedding party on Adair Hill at the home of Grigg II and Cindy Mullen.

Meanwhile, several friends — Jessie Knadler, Susan Guida and Brendan Perry, Mary Abdoney, and Will Barry-Rec and Jessica Miller — cook and pre-mix the ingredients for five flavors totaling 10 gallons of ice cream.

8:30 a.m. Wednesday, May 15:

Ice cream-making begins. Or so they tell me. The deputy dawgumentarian overslept (surprise, surprise, surprise). The ingredients for chocolate spicy ice cream — aka “the best chocolate ice cream ever” — are placed in the container of the ice cream machine. Ice cubes are placed all around the container, with rock salt added strategically. The engine, nicknamed Miss Witt by this writer, is started and takes over the work of turning the container, or churning the ice cream. Assistant ice cream maker Will adds more ice and rock salt to replace what has melted and run off into the overflow bucket.

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9:15 or so:

One of the belts slips off a pulley. No problem, Grigg assures. He shuts the engine down, replaces the pulley and restarts the engine. The ice cream is churning again after a minute or so.

10:13 a.m.: “We’re almost ready to pull the first batch out,” Mullen alerts the now awake (almost) deputy dawgumentarian. He and Will take the container into the house, scoop the delicious contents into another container, which is placed in a freezer. They start work on the second batch (of 5), filling the ice cream machine’s container with the ingredients for raspberry ice cream. The process continues, as in the previous entry, until…

11:02 a.m.: “It can’t be out of gas,” Grigg says as an uh-oh moment arrives. Miss Witt has stopped for no apparent reason other than demanding some TLC. Grigg determines that her ignition points have gone out of adjustment. Fifteen minutes later, she is humming like your 3rd grade music teacher (if your 3rd grade music teacher, like mine, had a little problem with flatulence.)
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11:45 a.m.: The churning of Batch 2 has been completed, along with the transfer from ice cream machine to freezer. The ingredients for strawberry frozen yogurt are placed in the ice cream machine and the churning of Batch 3 begins.

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Noon-ish: We break for a delicious lunch prepared by Cindy Mullen, following which I stop checking the clock and, umh, nap. A couple hours earlier, I had learned from Will that his bond with Grigg is that “he and I both like to get things done.” That seems to be the common denominator here on Adair Hill. Documentarian Matt has been juggling two photo projects with some other work. Between ice cream churnings, Grigg and Will have accomplished three or four other chores while still attending the ice cream machine. Grigg’s father is moving wicked big stuff around with a fork lift. Cindy and five of her friends have been setting up a mock table in preparation for the coming events. Watching all these busy people has made me tired.

3:15 p.m.: Grigg informs me the fifth and final batch is done. I have completely missed batch 4, with the mouth-watering name of Lime Mint Sorbet, and most of the making of batch 5, except for the addition of its namesake ingredient — chocolate-covered almonds — to vanilla ice cream.

I have also missed a couple of Miss Witt’s demands for additional TLC, which Grigg satisfied with finality when he located the set screw which had been causing the stoppages from a hidden vantage.Icecream-4

And even now, seven hours after the start of the ice cream making odyssey, the job is still to be finished. Ten gallons of cold, creamy, flavorful ice cream (in the broad sense, which also includes sorbet) is still to be eaten. And smiled over. Who will rise to that challenge?Icecream-7
Guest Post by Mark Flanagan, Father of the Bride

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Umbrellas and buses

As of today, the weather forecast for Saturday is a chance of thunderstorms with a high of 80 degrees or so. Please bring a parasol or bumbershoot or regular old umbrella with you, if you are able. You won’t be under cover during the ceremony, so an umbrella is your protection from both sun and rain.

Also, you will be riding a 25-seat bus from the parking area to the ceremony (and then to the reception and back to the parking area). The shuttle will begin running at 4:00 and it will take quite some time to transport all 180 guests to the ceremony area. Please plan to arrive at least 30 minutes ahead of time.

We look forward to seeing you this weekend! Contact us with any questions.

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