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At Honeysuckle Hills, we take the time to get to know you. Here are a few stories about some or our brides and grooms and the image we created to commemorate their wedding. Tell us your own story, and we'll create wedding images unique to your relationship!

Matt and Devon

Getting married in February in the Smoky Mountains can be a chilly experience, but not for firefighter Matt and his beautiful wife Devon!

Alicia and Randy

Sentimentality is Alicia's favorite emotion. She saved the petals from every flower that her husband, Randy, gave her during their courtship.

Taelyr and Joel

First dates are almost as special as your wedding day. Taelyr and Joel spent their first date in Tremont watching the fireflies blink in unison, just like their hearts have done ever since.

Eboney and Keith

Hawaii is every bride's dream honeymoon location.  It's every photographer's dream session, too, but since I was unable to attend I created this image using one from their vacation files and one from our wedding files.

Brandy and Derrick

Brandy and our little buddy Fred the rooster got along like two peas in a pod on her wedding day. Brandy raised chickens on her farm growing up, and she and Derrick had great fun with Fred and their wedding photography.

Ashley and Clay

This couple without a doubt couldn't have picked a better place to get married than Honeysuckle Hills.  Both are professional riders, Ashley being particularly skilled in barrel racing.  She was right at home on Gambler, our retired Dixie Stampede performer.

*Please note that only Professional Riders are allowed on horseback during ceremonies or photography sessions and must sign a waiver of liability*

And Here Is Our Story About Our Farm,
Honeysuckle Hills

Our family, the Starkey's, have lived on the quaint little farm now called "Honeysuckle Hills" since 1983. We were all born and raised in Sevier County, but lived in a subdivision until our Daddy, Gene Starkey, decided he missed farm life and wanted to live closer to his mother and the mountains. His mother, Granny, lived just three miles up the road on the border of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. My sister, Elaine, and I either rode our bikes or hitched a ride in the back of Daddy's truck to Granny's nearly every day in the summer. Mamma, Kathryn Starkey, took us to the church next door every Sunday morning. It was just about as perfect as any child could wish for.

In 1996, Daddy built a log cabin on the old home site of our Uncle Jesse, a veteran of the Civil War. Located two miles up from the farm, the Starkey cabin sits on two acres in the middle of one of the few secluded forests left in this area. We've enjoyed many an evening listing to the stream roll by and catching fireflies there.

Even though Daddy is gone now after a battle with lung cancer, we still cling to "the good ole' days" among the rolling hills of our farm. Upon returning from school, on occasion Daddy would ask us, "well, have you learned to spell honeysucklemarleypence yet?" At first we'd laugh, then we'd give it a try until we finally spelled it right. Naming the farm "Honeysuckle Hills" is our way of holding on to Daddy's memory.

We hope when you visit with us you feel the love and happiness that has been cultivated on Honeysuckle Hills all these years. It is our wish to share our little piece of heaven with those who understand the sacredness of the smell of grass, a galloping horse, or kicking barefoot in a mountain stream. It's the little things in life that matter.