Sometimes it’s too easy.
“The Rev. Stanislaus Gumula, a Roman Catholic priest, officiated at Ashepoo Plantation, the bride’s family’s weekend home in Green Pond, S.C….[on an early date] she invited him and two others to Ashepoo for a week of turkey shooting…after a week that included strolls by an alligator pond, her love of the country became clear to him. They began dating when they got back to New Haven. ‘The joke is that he fell in love with the plantation…'” Ms. Insufferable said.
Interesting side note: I’m surprised they advertised that a Catholic priest performed the ceremony at the old homestead. To the best of my knowledge, a priest can only marry couples in a church, unless an (ahem, cough cough) off-the-books donation of sizeable amount is made to the priest. But then I guess if you’re putting in your wedding announcement that you were married not just in Green Pond, S.C., but at “the bride’s family’s weekend home,” then you have plenty of cash in the clay “Bribes for Priest” jar on the kitchen windowsill.