Out of Town

I’ve neglected my writing the last few days for the best of reasons. I’ve been out of town for a a family holiday. We gathered with family at one of Bud’s last remaining aunt’s home in Kansas. Family members ranged between five weeks and past ninety years in age. As you’d expect, everybody brought their finest food. As always, the macaroni and cheese and chocolate cake disappeared first. The weather was perfect, balmy and pleasant.

Aunt Beulah’s yard was perfectly groomed with plenty of shade and tempting seating spots. Everyone spent the day outdoors as we admired the baby, noted how big the children were getting, watched budding romances, and teased cousins about getting old. There were eighty-eight relatives and friends present. I don’t think I could gather a crowd like that if my life depended on it. Aunt Beulah is obviously well-loved. It was like dozens of family gatherings I’ve attended over the years. Bud’s aunt is nearing ninety with all the first cousins Bud romped with in the seventies, far past romping. They brought out all their stories of hijinks and amped them up. It was a perfect day!

Some of the cousins
Aunts Anita and Beulah

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  9. perhaps once a year, two of my nieces arrange a get together meal between the Wesh contingent and their varios cousins scattered throughout North West England. Though the gathering doesn’t have the same numbers or age range as your get togethers, we often reach about 50 wth all the generations present.I am now the family patriarch having no surviving aunts and Uncles and I find these events carry huge emotions and are very draining, yet I love seeing all the cousins and my extended family. Hugs

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    • My husband is one of the older cousins. We never miss a chance to see the old ones and talk about all we remember. We lost one beloved aunt last year. We really miss them but we still tell their stories. Just this year one of the cousins, a genealogist solved solved the mystery of what happened to Grandpa John’s first. I’ll have to do a post about that. Maybe it won’t ruffle feathers since she died in 1918.

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