Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family:
Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one. ~ Jane Howard
For the first time in a very long time, some of the family got together, a sort of mini reunion. I know some of them get together frequently, so really, for me, this was a first. Being that I grew up without the privilege of really knowing some of these people, it was an emotional but wonderful day seeing them... my clan, my tribe, my family.
Even drug my cousin Katie from Washington along! She wanted to be there so bad, but couldnt. We made sure she was "there". ;-)
Yes Aunt A, I don't know what you were saying at this very moment, but Uncle B was right, you do look like you are singing a very passionate round of the National Anthem!
Cousin Dan and myself showing Katie some love.
Don't think anyone was happier to see Katie there than her Dad.
Aunt A did an excellent job sharing bits of info about her Dad, my Pa's, history with Kraft Foods and the incredible carpenter he was.
I'm pretty sure little Anthony was doing some family tree research online.
(These youngsters and their knowledge of technology kills me. I swear they are smarter than we are.)
Granny & Pa were there in spirit...
Too bad Granny & Pa didnt keep a closer eye on littlest Little, Josh, he kept trying to swipe everyone's sodas. Haha! Poor kid, you'd think I never let them have anything to drink the way my two carried around a soda can. Not one, not two, but multiple cans of soda we are talking about here got drank! Oh the happiness a carbonated beverage can bring....
Great grandparents. (Pa's side.)
Great great great grandparents. (Pa's side.)