As I mentioned in Friday’s post, Motor Man and I hosted my family reunion Saturday. (And let me just say publicly what a huge help he was to me: hauling chairs and folding tables from our shop and helping me get them set up, arranging set-up of the tent as well as some last minute yard work. )
I have a collection of vintage tablecloths that I like to use on the tables.
A bouquet of fresh flowers (from the Farmers Market, not our yard…) to brighten up the table.
I wish I’d thought to take a picture of all the food…. chicken, ham biscuits, pasta salads, potato salad, deviled eggs, baked beans, roast beef on Hawaiian rolls, hot dogs on the grill, pies, cookies…I’m sure I’m forgetting something. Needless to say, no one left hungry.
Marshall and Motor Man always oblige me when I ask to have a picture taken of us.
We had a few cousins join us for the reunion for the first time in many years. It was nice to visit and catch up with them.
Ever since I can recall, there have been group photos taken at each reunion. This was the one of “my” generation.
Cousin Betty (wearing sunglasses in the above picture) suggested that we share memories of our aunts, uncles, parents, and grandparents. That resulted in many stories, smiles, laughter…and a few tears.
We had finished our dinner and were reminiscing when Motor Man noticed a dark cloud in the distance. So we cut our visit short and everyone pitched in to pack up the food and help us bring in tables, chairs, etc.
Our guests left before the showers came.
And cousin Gene later shared on Facebook a picture of a rainbow . This was taken from the cemetery we refer to as The Old Brick Church. Most all of our ancestors are buried there.
This photo would be special at any time, but seems even more so after an afternoon of sharing our memories of those who’ve gone before us.
~These Days Of Mine~