Family Reunions

During each summer of my childhood, relatives gathered for extended family reunions. On a given Sunday afternoon, in the blazing heat of July, my grandfather’s people assembled in a park in rural western Pennsylvania. The following week, my grandmother’s folks would gather, each bearing a Styrofoam cooler or picnic basket carrying a casserole or dessert.

For many years I had a hard time remembering which relatives belonged on which side of the family, or how any of them were related to one another or to me. For many years I probably didn’t care. All I knew was that for two Sunday afternoons in a row, I would get to load up my plate with all sorts of good food, there would usually be watermelon, and I would have an entire afternoon to play with my cousins.

Enjoying the hospitality of the fabulous Deidra Riggs over at her place at Jumping Tandem. Won't you join me there for the rest of the story?