Family Reunion

Every August we had the big family reunion.

Most of the relatives lived within an easy drive.

It was held at the park on the lake.

This reunion wasn't a complicated affair.

Everyone knew to come that particular Sunday in August.

Everyone brought a dish to pass.

Everyone chipped in on the meats, sodas and beer.

Ice in big galvanized tubs.

The men grilled the hot dogs and hamburgers.

Drank beer and played horseshoes.

The children ran around and played tag...or jarts. 

The women sat and visited. 
Sounds kindof normal, doesn't it? 

But now families live so far from each other this is not so common.

The picnic was set up next to the big open area in the back of the park.

That field was for the big move up baseball game.

When the Old Farmer got up to bat everyone moved way way back.

He would put it the whole length of that field between the roads.

All the cousins yelled, uh oh, move back, move back, back to the road!

The town had amusement parks with nickelodeons and rides.
Some of the kids would sneak away to play before eating,
or after eating. Sometimes we forgot the time and got in trouble.