My youngest daughter got married about two years ago. She planned her wedding for the Saturday before Labor Day, thinking that it would be cool and not overly hot. They were planning an outdoor wedding and reception. The morning of the wedding, it was pouring down rain, and the temperatures were close to freezing. We all went ahead and put on our wedding finery and got ready to go to the wedding area. The temperature was up to fifty-one degrees by noon, and it was still raining, but it had calmed down. She was in her strapless gown, and worried about the mud getting on her dress. Her grandmother got rid of her dress and wore slacks and a nice shirt, with a jacket. Her matron of honor, had to go to town to buy warmer clothing for her daughter. Her soon to be sister-in-law had to bundle up her newborn twin daughters. The only one with a calm head at the time, was her dad. He went down to the main office and asked if they had any patio heaters. They went out to the shed, and they found four patio heaters and brought them to the pavillion. Tents were put up around the pavillion, so people could dance. There was a heater under the tent and two right in the middle of the pavillion. Thanks to her dad and the four patio heaters, the wedding was a complete success. The party went on until well after midnight, and the owner of the campground ended up with every available cabin rented and he sold a lot of firewood for the fireplaces.