A Day to Remember

The sun is rising brightly in the south east. That means fall is here and winter is on its way. We had an absolutely gorgeous day for our reunion day. Even though the temps were in the fifties, the sun was strong and we could follow it out of the shadows and stay toasty. When evening came, we all donned our hoodys and winter coats. There were even some mittens and gloves that got pulled out of moth balls.

The moon jump that Josh brought was a big hit. No lie, the kids were inside before the things was totally inflated. They were as excited as can be. Uncle Jerry, my brother, borrowed two hay wagons and filled them with hay bales. After dark, about thirty of us piled onto the wagons and Jerry pulled us by diesel tractor. We drove about two miles on the road (with a pickup truck flashing its hazard lights behind us) and then pulled off into a field and then we rode through corn fields and a wooded area. The moon was bright and those around me attempted to find the constellations.

All in all, the day was a memory maker. Six of our eight kids were there and twelve of our eighteen grandchildren attended. There were fifty five people in attendance. It was a grand day.