On Saturday, Motor Man and I hosted the reunion for my Mom’s side of the family. It was set to begin at 3:00. This photo was taken from our garage door at 2:59.
Even before the rain, Motor Man had suggested we set up everything in the garage. It proved to be a wise decision.
I’m not sure when the first reunion was held for our family. The date on this photo is 1952. This was taken when the reunion was held at my Uncle Andrew’s farm. From the left: my late Aunt Mattie, my sister June, my mom, my late aunts Martha and Lucille and, on the right, my cousin, Janet. Uncle Andrew always pulled old farm wagons into the yard , covered them with white paper, and they were the tables for the food. And apparently, the seats while waiting for the food. (Note my Aunt Lucille’s pearls, dangling earrings….and socks and tennis shoes.)
Years ago, there would be upwards of 70 folks attending the family reunion.
Now, so many things have changed within what was once a large family. My mom and her 11 siblings have passed on, and we’ve lost a few of the first cousins. And some are physically unable to attend. To the younger generations, the reunion doesn’t mean what it did to our parents and to us.
So on Saturday, we had nine. Nine. Counting Marshall, Motor Man and me. There were four of us first cousins.
Though we were small in number, we had a great time. And the sun came out while we were visiting and eating. And sharing our memories of our parents and grandparents.
A coincidence? Maybe not.