Next door to our garden is the quarter-scale prairie chapel built by my father. Before it was completed, couples began asking to be married in its diminutive interior. Old Towne Grove Chapel has hosted over 2,000 weddings since its construction. Because it holds barely twenty people, most ceremonies actually take place in its garden, but the chapel is still the centerpiece.
Although Old Towne Grove is charming in all seasons, Spring is the best. When the crabapple trees in the front garden blossom, they permeate the air with intense fragrance. The trees adorn the entrance like marshmallow pink pompoms, standing sentinel. Peeping out of the pastel drift is the sturdy gazebo, as popular for the “I do’s” as the chapel interior. When the weather is warm, who wouldn’t want to bond with the blossoms, on the outside rather than “in.”
My father did not intend to create a retirement business in building his chapel; it was a folly…a whimsical idea to re-create the church where his maternal grandfather was pastor. Building a church one-fourth the size of the original just created something so adorable, others want to rent it for their own life-changing events.