I thought about that, but Eddie wouldn't care. He's ready, if you catch my drift.
Oh so much odd memories of family reunions up in Yankee land.
First ones I remember going to were held under a tent with a big wood pole in the center. We kids would try to climb up the pole but were yelled at. All these scrawny ancestors females that resembled Turkeys for all the flesh hanging from their necks, seated and watching the younger generation, say my grandma or my Mom for something to criticize.
Food was a table of cucumber sandwitches and perhaps ice tea to wash it down.
My Dad hated to go to this once a year gathering, but he MAN ed up each year for a few hours, Mom went only as an obligation to her mother.
What fun fast forward a few years, someone in the family tracked down all the decedents of the family name and sent out invites for the reunion. To their surprise over 200 people from coast to coast arrived, and say Howdy did they ever. they brought in coolers of Beer, portable BB Q's and heaven help us their boom boxes.
What a fun time, unfortunately my grandma was the last living descendant of the original family, we had to bring her in a wheel chair, and she loved every minute of the Whoop TE Do.
She Passed later in that year and the reunions came to a halt. Sad but generations do get scattered over time.
