...C and I were married in the back field. It was a perfectly beautiful day. Nobody officiated the ceremony. The two eldest members from each side of our families spoke for us and read poems. We said a few words to each other in front of family and friends, exchanged rings, signed the paperwork, and ate, drank, danced, drummed, and talked around the campfire well into the night.
All we had back then was ourselves, our dog, a funky old camper trailer with a wood stove inside, a garden, a phone, a chainsaw, an old truck, a car, and a garden. No electricity. Very little yarn. Not much else. Life was pretty simple.