We're packing up to go to the cabin for a week. It always seems we need a U Haul to take all the supplies up. And especially this time, with a family reunion, I could bring up the contents of a grocery store, and it would still get eaten up. But what a happy occasion, and how rare these days, and I am super appreciative of the gathering of the clan. My best memories in childhood include picnics in a park where my mother's huge family would assemble, we kids would run around like wild mustangs and the row of dishes would stretch a mile. Jello salads, macaroni, potato and every kind of thing pumped full of mayonaise, fried chicken, roast beef, fresh sliced tomatoes from the gardens, corn, green beans, pickled beets, plump dinner rolls. A feast indeed. And the cakes and pies! It was always bit disconcerting to see my aunts, in whom I recognized my own features, cousins with whom I was shy for a few moments, and the babies and toddlers whose names I couldn't keep straight.
My own family is not so huge (my mother was one of thirteen kids), but it is getting bigger and all of us delight in that fact. And at the cabin, we have master games of scrabble, put puzzles together, swim, fish, take out a party boat, and just enjoy the air of the mountains and the huge trees. And the lake. So I am one happy camper.
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