By Lydia Wylie-Kellermann
I spent the summer building an outhouse.
I spent the summer building an outhouse for my sister.
I spent the summer building an outhouse for my sister because she was getting married.
Forty-eight hours before the wedding as darkness fell and rain poured, even the groom was still drilling and cutting.
Lucy got married at our cabin in a pine grove a short walk from where my mom is buried. In order to accommodate 150 people for the service and thirty campers on our shallow, illegally plumbed crock well, we needed an outhouse. Continue reading “An Unusual Wedding Gift”