Having one this weekend, sort'a. Funeral for the family patriarch...
sorry to hear about the passing of the family patriarch
but is good for the people remaining to remember them
swapping stories etc...good to remember
wowI thought they only lasted 3-4 days
you are strong
Except for my brother and me, there is nobody left in my family. When we are gone, this branch of my family name will cease to exist. Ah well, as in the dying words of Ian Fleming......."It's been a lark".
My 3 daughters
Carolyn (50) Mary (51) and Claudia (49 )
all came to visit Mom this March - April
one stayed 4 days, one 10 days and the youngest 30 days
I was quite happy to see them all and altho I have only a 1 bedroom cottage
we all managed to each have a bed of our own and there was plenty of
bbq cooking outdoors
I welcomed them and love them equally but after a month I waved good bye
I cleaned the cottage top to bottom then poured myself a shot of Yukon Jack
wow you are all so beautiful.
I'll bet you did have a lot of fun
and it is good to get back home.
Luvy what a nice picture and I'll bet some fond memories you and husband have of that visit.
My has not had a Family Reunion for years. Funerals have become our reunions.
There are only 7 of us first cousins left in the family now
Jim the oldest is 80 now.
I am the MOM of 3 children
only one had 4 children
of those 4 She is a Grandma to 8
I am great grandma of eight
my brother and sisters are gone
and my dear loving parents
I have also outlived two husbands
all is well and I continue to float
down the stream like a dry cow pie
going in whatever direction
the flow takes me stopping once
in a while to climb the bank and
observe people places and things
then float on down to another
adventure where life sends me
©Julia A Knaake
I am the oldest in my family now other than the cousins that are mostly 20 years older than me. Most of the ones near my age are secound cousins.
I had a cousin that was 26 years older than me. I kept calling her Aunt Donna. One day she said
"Honey I'm your first cousin not your Aunt."
Later on I was told I was a surprise child.
I asked Ma to see my birth certificate. she old me
"I got you off a ship. "
She did not have my birth certificate to show me so for years I thought I was a Jewish child that came over on the ships to escape the Holocaust. I had such an imagination as a child because I was left alone a lot and loved to read. I survived and finally got my birth certificate at age 18.
I grew up about 30 miles from my cousins. I call the owner of the ranch my father worked for brothers and sister-in-laws Aunts and Uncles. They treated us like family.