Cambridge’s: Kidnapping A Wedding

Winston Jr. stopped his Father. “Wait a minute, what do you mean, you’ve never ‘Not’ planned a Wedding before?” Winston laughed. “You haven’t heard that story?”

“We were to plan a Wedding, your Mother, always a planner, intended to take six months to plan it. We hadn’t counted on two things, your cousin Les, and the one time he wasn’t being a hypochondriac.”

“Les visited from America every year. Each time, it seemed that he would contract some wild illness that turned out to be a combination of allergies and jet lag. So, when his eyes were puffy, and he couldn’t stop yawning at the airport, I shrugged it off. It turned out to be a germ that I still can’t pronounce. He had received it after sitting beside someone returning home to Manchester.”

“As a result, Les, myself, and half of my family were quarantined for six months. Ashley was angry, not at me or Les, although he still isn’t her favorite person, but at the situation. She was determined that if she had to endure this misery for that long, it would at least not alter our plans. Keep in mind, neither one of us could stand up, much less plan a Wedding.”

“What did you do, let Gran and Grandmother plan it?” Winston Sr. laughed at his son’s naivety. “Son, the one thing that you never do, is to exclude the Bride from her own Wedding, believe me I know. Through sheer force of will, your Mother went against doctor’s orders and attempted to plan it from her bedside.”

“As a result, she got worse. Her fever, which this disease feeds off of, went dangerously high. That’s why the Doctor specifically warned against activity. After about two excruciating days, her fever broke. I knew that something had to be done, but she had been adamant that she would not be married in a hospital. I was a bundle of emotions. I was intensely ill, worried for her safety, angry at her for pushing herself, and anxious to get this all behind us.”

“I’m telling you that to make my crazy scheme seem, more. more defensible.” “What did you do?” “Well, I believe your Mother called it grand larceny and kidnapping, though in fairness I had good intentions. It was too occur about midnight, before anyone could realize that we were gone. My friends Vincent and Andrew dressed as nurses and wheeled our beds to the lift. Vincent’s uncle was Doctor Hammonds, so he ‘borrowed’ an ambulance.”

Just then, Winson’s wife Ashley overheard the topic of the two Cambridge men’s conversation. “I was furious when I woke up. Your father had absconded with two quarantined patients, stolen an ambulance, and kidnapped a Pastor.” “I hadn’t gotten to that part yet, although I still contend that he went willingly. He just didn’t admit it to us that until our first anniversary.”

Ashley laughed and kissed her husband. “Your Dad’s two ignorant, lovable, well-meaning friends barged into the Church. They told Pastor Stillwell what was going on, and that they were there to make sure he came to the Wedding. They said he walked to the car laughing as he went. He made a late night phone call to secure a license for his two poor, ill patients.”

“Winston continued the story. “You remember the park that she turned me down in? It always bothered me that the park would be remembered for my stupidity. So, I thought at least let it be remembered for good stupidity.”

“Vincent positioned our beds under the tree, laid a Wedding dress and a tuxedo on the side of each of our beds, and woke us up. I hurriedly explained to your Mother what I had concocted, and she was …” “I was furious, and then, I laughed. It was so typical of your father. This was the man who would jump off a motorcycle to impress me on our honeymoon. Pastor Stillwell quickly married us, fighting back hilarity the entire time.”

“Later, after the illness, we had a regular Wedding that your Mother planned. I just didn’t want her to spend six more months single because of a taxi from the airport. I secured the date for our anniversary, that was the important thing. She wanted to be married on the anniversary of her Grandfather’s birthday. Since he couldn’t see her Married, she wanted a Wedding connection to him.  It was important to her, so it was worth the risk.”

Winston Jr. laughed. “I get what you’re saying. Do my best to make the business a success, but not at the expense of what’s important. It’s one thing to risk your fortune, and your neck, for the ones you love. That’s worth it, but it’s quite another to do it for a few more dollars in an account. What was that business about jumping off a motorcycle?”

Ashley cleared her throat. “That’s a topic for another day, and another visit to Cambridge’s. The piece that impaled your Father’s kidney now resides on the wall. We spent a lot of that first year in hospitals, but it didn’t matter.  We found something in each other that made every adventure romantic, even if we were coughing and sneezing at the time.  ”

Thus concludes this first edition of the story of Cambridge’s. We hoped you enjoyed meeting part of the family, and look forward to sharing more adventures of Cambridge’s and their proprietors.