Cousins

Wow! Two posts in one day! But when I pulled this up, I realized that I hadn't posted anything about Robbie's arrival.

Now on to the cousins part. Last weekend some of us got together for the first time in 25 years.

Eight out of 21, when we're scattered from Florida to Washington, isn't bad. That's our grandparents' graves we're visiting. We also went out to the farm our parents grew up on. The house there burned in 1949 or '50, but the barn was still there when we last got together. It's gone now. but when we found the artesian well emptying into an old bathtub (I'm sure the bathtub wasn't there when Daddy was growing up), we knew we were in the right spot. I have a picture from 25 years ago of my father and uncle sitting on the edge of that tub talking.

Before going out to the cemetery and the farm, we spent several hours at a church talking and eating. One of my cousins who had organized the reunion suggested that we go around the room and each tell a story about our parents or grandparents. Of course, it didn't quite work out in that orderly way, because one story would remind someone at another table of something, but the whole storytelling time was wonderful!

As you can tell from all the gray hair, we shouldn't wait another 25 years to get together again.