My youngest child got married about several years ago. She planned her wedding for the Saturday before Labor Day, thinking that it would be cool & not overly hot. They were planning an outdoor wedding & reception. The day of the wedding, it was pouring down rain, & the temperatures were close to chilly. Every one of us all went ahead & put on our wedding finery & got ready to go to the wedding area. The temperature was up to fifty-one degrees by noon, & it was still raining, but it had calmed down. She was in her strapless gown, & uneasy about the mud getting on her dress. Her Grandma got rid of her dress & wore slacks & 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 sibling-in-law had to bundle up her newborn twin daughters. The only a single with a calm head at the time, was her dad. He went down to the main office & asked if they had any patio heaters. They went out to the shed, & they found more than three patio heating systems & brought them to the pavillion. Tents were put up around the pavillion, so people could dance. There was a heating system under the tent & several right in the middle of the pavillion. Thanks to her dad & the more than three patio heaters, the wedding was a complete success; The celebration went on until well after midnight, & the owner of the campground ended up with every available lodge rented & he sold a lot of firewood for the fireplaces.