Pass me a brownie

Summer means family reunion time.

For us the third Sunday in August

is the Adkins Family reunion.

It is the closest Sunday to

my deceased paternal grandma's birthday. 

My dad is one of 14 children.

He is number four.

Number 2 and 3 are now deceased.

They were elderly when they died.

My uncle was into his nineties 

and my aunt, her eighties.

Aunt Viola, the oldest is living.

I am not sure of her age.

(I am not always sure of my own so cut me some slack)

My dad is 92.

He is the one in the red shirt.

Aunt Betty( in the other red shirt) is the baby of the bunch.

Grandma was 47 when she gave birth to her.

 Uncle Roy is missing in this picture.

 I am not sure if he was there and we missed him 

or if he was absent.

I love this next picture!

This is a picture of all of them
several years ago.
Uncle Chez and Aunt Lily 
(he is in the front with the white shirt and 
she is in the purple stripe shirt are deceased)
My dad is in the pink and white stripe shirt.

I have oodles of first cousins.

Seven are the same age as Jackie and I.

The reunion was always a blast growing up.

We have so many kids of cousins

and grand kids of cousins now,

that I don't know them all.
Here are 3 of my faves.

 Danny, Cathy, and Roger.
All my age.
We had some fun times.
Next, an old photo of many of the cousins.
I think there are 57 of us.
This is from 1974.
I am the one in the 2nd row with the sweet barrettes.

It is a huge passel of people.

Stuart likes to give me lip about the reunion.

Stuart claims he was poisoned there.

One year he ate at the reunion

then came home and gorged popcorn...

he conveniently leaves that part of the story out.

He was sick all through the night.

He maintains he vomited his gallbladder that night.

Another year there was a lady 
from another family's reunion

 right next to our family's reunion.

(we shared a pavilion)

She dumped a pan of brownies,

 put them back in the pan

and then returned them to the table.

Now he mixes the stories, 
declares the brownie incident was at our reunion,

and blames the Adkins family for 
his gastric distress.

  He upholds that these events resulted

in his self-induced cholecystectomy.

Good grief. 
This year for fun,
please dear
  family members, 
someone bring brownies. 
And popcorn.