Family Reunions, Marriage, Models & Life-​​Going On

I just returned from an Evans Family reunion. Sadly Darling Drummer was being Darling Drummer and could not go along. It was instruc­tional to know how much I missed him at this event and how greatly I longed for his daugh­ters and their fami­lies to be among the numbers.

This was my father’s sister, Roberta’s, 90th birthday cele­bra­tion. We gath­ered at Chau­tauqua Lake (a vener­able learning insti­tu­tion started for Methodist minis­ters many years ago.) at the huge Athenaeum Hotel. There were 27 of us. Neither the hotel nor the Insti­tu­tion get an unre­served thumbs up from me, but there were many things that were great about it. The biking and lake activ­i­ties prime among them.

But what was best was the family and the ability to move from group to group, catching up on news and the growth of all the littles. Suddenly having daugh­ters it was so easy to see how impor­tant it was to have them be able to measure their babies’ growth against that of the others there. It was lovely to watch the little cousins bond. (Hint: we’ve made some good choices here, if you’re little, you’re cousins, if you’re middling, you’re aunties and uncles, moving on, you’re revered.  Only Roberta was able to be there in the revered cate­gory as Mommie doesn’t travel. And there are now two gener­a­tions of aunties and uncles and SOME of us are not totally embracing of the Great Aunt — at which point the word seems to switch from ant to ont — nomen­cla­ture!) They bonded over sand castles. The elders bonded over wine and beer.

Tip: family reunions are becoming less frequent as fami­lies frag­ment and head off to the far corners of the country and world. Now more than ever we need them. Only fami­lies can teach one another to be family. Only in those groups can we make the deci­sions about what we will keep and what we do not leave for the next gener­a­tion to weed out of family behavior. Your marriage will be encour­aged. Your wounds will be healed. And family wisdom will be exchanged as you rock your way throught the weekend on the corner of the porch reserved just for you.

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