Friday, March 27, 2009
Pausing to Hug and Know
My aunt and uncle from Arizona came by to visit for a few days during Spring Break this week. Always nice to have fresh faces and flowing words as the seasons change.
We played TONS of pinochle, sometimes late into the night. So hard to stop! Uncle Floyd and Caroline ponder the bidding process.
Cassie either has a good hand or a good poker face. Aunt Joyce sorts and contemplates.
Uncle Floyd tries his lips on the didgeridoo. It worked! Kangaroos and koalas came running down the street and we waltzed with Matilda.
Aunt Joyce has for decades been the family genealogist. Her book of names, dates, photos, news articles and other papers of interest has grown quite thick! Turns out my family on Dad's side came over in 1711 or so, before there was a United States of America. Three brothers from Germany with a dream. It worked out just fine. We have fought and died and lived through wars - including a winter at Valley Forge - farmed, worked for newspapers, enforced the law, started churches, fled the dustbowl, settled in California, and here we are, thriving to this day. We helped build a nation. How cool is that? Tom received a good, long lesson from Aunt Joyce who two days prior gave the girls and I a thorough education as well. (Don't feel sorry for her. She LOVES this stuff. Right, AJ?)
Cassie and Caroline enjoyed catching up with Aunt Joyce. And height-wise, they've surpassed her! They taught their great uncle and aunt how to bowl and play tennis on the Wii, they walked around our neighborhood park talking a mile a minute with them, played cards, ate, laughed, chatted from dawn to the wee hours, and got to know two people who are some of their very treasured family members.
A most pleasant happening.