Family

Back in 1950, my grandfather and his ten siblings all gathered for a picnic.  They all had their own families and were busy, as people tend to be, but decided that they needed to make a point of keeping in touch.  Every year since then, they’ve picked a summer weekend and gotten everyone together.

I remember going to the family picnic as a little kid.  The siblings took turns hosting, so it was a different place every year.  Sometimes the host had a swimming pool, which the kids all loved.  My favorite was the year we rented cabins at a lake.

After high school I missed a few years.  Then the year I got engaged I went back.  My husband (to-be) proposed on a Wednesday evening; two days later I took him to the family picnic and introduced him to everyone.  He spent the whole weekend asking, “Who is that?  How are they related?”

Most of the older generation is gone now, but the kids/grandkids/great-grandkids still get together every summer.  A few years ago I discovered that there are photo albums chronicling these gatherings.  Every year, the person who hosted that year’s event was responsible for adding a few pages of pictures to the album.  Imagine sixty years of family pictures!

The reunion is coming up soon, and I have been attempting to scan all the photos from what is now three full photo albums in hopes that we can eventually have books printed for everyone to have their own copy.  I’m hoping to get the last fifteen years done before I have to hand the books off to the next person.  Thus my light blogging.

Do you have any family traditions passed down from one generation to the next?