As my mother gets older, the family reunions at her place taper off. She says she is just too old to host such a large number of people at her place anymore. That makes me sad because I have many happy memories of my brothers and sisters bringing their families to Mom’s place for a weekend reunion filled with boating, skiing, fishing, and shared laughter around the fire pit in the evening.
I can remember as kids we would compete to sit in one of the few (an therefore coveted) big Adirondack chairs that had the best view of the waterfront. Picking freshly steamed crabs on top of the old newspaper-covered Picnic Tables on the porch. Somehow when picking crabs we didn’t need to worry quite so much about being quiet and polite. And finding branches to stick our marshmallows on and toasting them over the fire pit while sitting on the Park Benches that formed a semi-circle around the fire.
I miss those times, but am glad for the memories.