It was sad that so few young people showed up; but that could be changed if someone would do a bit of planning. Perhaps a couple of young adults could plan activities for the teens and young-adults. Maybe, too, we should plan some games or activities for children. Though there is swimming available; there is no organization. Most of us older persons just sit around and talk; but, I can see how that would be boring to some folkes.
This is something to think about for our future reuions.
Aunt Helen, my father's sister was at the reunion. She seemed to still recognize me even though she is ninety-three years old. She is the only paternal aunt left and my Aunt Lorene is our only maternal aunt left alive. She did not come to the reunion; but she is living at home and is ninety-four. Jenny, our youngest daughter went with us to the celebration.
Robert and I flew into Dallas from Burbank, California. There we rented a car and drove to Jennifer and Randy's home in Shreveport, Louisiana. we arrived about one o'clock in the morning central standard time. The next afternoon, we left there and didn't get to Florida until the next day since we stopped at a motel for the first night. We had some nasty weather Along the way. When Jenny saw my aunt Jessie at the reunion she thought she really favored my mom. But Jessie was my father's sister-in-law; so she is no blood kin. She is one of those sweet country women who has her hair pinned in a ball on the back of her neck and has sunken cheeks and blue blue eyes peering out brightly from behind dark frames with thick lenses. She was so perky, I think her youngest son seemed older than she did. My Aunt Barbara was there, too, with my brother Brenton.
So, you see that my aunt is just my sister-in-law. I always thought my Aunt Barbara was so pretty and sweet that I wanted to be just like her. I've seen her turn red in her face a few times; but I've nver seen her truly mad. Brenton and she are a bit more frail these days; but, I think he is doing fairly well considering that he will be seventy-five his next birthday.
Lots of cousins were present at the gathering and some of them I had not seen for years. I don't have time to mention them all here and it is getting late.
However, I have to mention the food! It was fantastic! There was fried chicken, chicken and dumplings, chicken and dressing, venison, pork chops, ham, baked beans, chilli, spaghetti, roast beef and pork, butterbeans, peas, fruit cobbler, bananna pudding, red velvet cake, pecan pie, green beans and more and more:and plenty of sweet tea, unsweetened tea, cokes, diet cokes and much much more. My four sisters were there. Yet, two of my female siblings couldn't come; and my brother Wilb, didn't show-up.
We met old friends for supper that night and had a fine time. We all talked about buying land in East Texas for our retirement. Prices there are still reasonable and the land is beautiful with plenty of lakes and rivers.
We had a great time with Jenny on our trip and Jenny had a fine time in the motel spa an pools. On our way back over to her place in Louisiana, we stopped and visited an old plantation in St. Francisville. We didn't get to take a tour because they were closed on Monday. She told us the place was thought to be haunted and dated back to the seventeen hundreds. One of the guides there told us that indigo (the plant that produces dye for blue jeans) and cotton were the original cash crops. Since its' beginning the plantation had changed hands seven times. The place was dripping with gorgeous french ironwork.
I bought an acrylic painting in the open gift shop and we piled into the car for the last leg of our trip back to Jen's place.