You know you are at my family’s reunion when you must bring a rhubarb transplant from your garden to pass along
You must separate the garbage into burnable, non burnable and what The-hog-named-Boy will eat.
Their is a secret code about which coffee pot has decaff in it
You make music
You play with the babies and little kids
You play with the dogs
You cook a lot
especially sweet corn
You pick blueberries
You hike
You sit and talk
You play games
You walk up and down the hill between the center building and the dormitory,
and climb a lot of stairs
You get to know relatives you didn’t know you had
And take lots of pictures
You play on a great big rock with your 2nd cousin (or first cousin? first cousin once removed?)
And the fresh Huntersfield air makes even my insomniac baby sleep
The bit about meeting rellies you didn't know you had made me laugh. At my grandmother's funeral we met an older lady, presumably a relative, who tried to guess who we all were. She (wrongly) guessed that I was my Aunty's daughter, that my brother was my husband, and that my son was 'our' son together… We tried to stop her after the first wrong guess and explain matters to her… but she was on a roll!
I think that was the only funny point in an otherwise sad day.
Chris, you captured a lot of our family fun and essence.
Mom