Summer's almost gone. Another year past with no Owen Family Reunion like I remember.
Reunions were great memories with cousins - kick the can, hide and seek, freeze tag, badminton, some kind of baseball, wondering through the garden and picking berries, or "I'm bored, there's nothing to do." Aunt Violet and crew would always have great meals with fresh milk and cream from somewhere, fresh garden potatoes or tomatoes or green beans or . . . .
Someone would start with the firecrackers. Usually Uncle Ed but it might be Uncle Bill Ritchey to get ahead of Uncle Bill. Uncle Bernie would pick it up to get back at Uncle Ed.
Uncle Ed/Uncle Bill/Uncle Bill/Uncle Bernie used to go off to Loveland for one of two things - 2 gallons (glass) of A&W or watermelon. A&W speaks for itself.
But the watermelon! Oh, the watermelon! It always seemed to be a good. I think it was most often a Black Diamond, the dark green kind you don't see much anymore. And of course there were seeds. God had not invented seedless yet. But I don't think the Uncles would have gotten them anyway - not real. Now when I bring home less than a great taste, I sometimes doubt my heritage.
The lonesome train straining to make it's way up the grade from Loveland leaving one to wonder if it was going to make it this time. Trips out to Lone Tree Lake and half-heartedly listening to Dad tell of his adventures swimming or ice skating on the lake. (How I wish he was here now to tell me those stories - really, Dad, I'd listen.) Thunderstorms coming over Longs Peak. Going down into the Aunt Violet's musty basement (the old place) and seeing all the jars of fruit. Garages divided with sheets so several families could stay there.
Then there was the Sabbath meal and it was the big deal. While there was some coming and going, at this meal everyone who was going to be there was there. It might be at the Loveland Veterans Park or at the Powerhouse park up along the Big Thompson. You know, the one that washed away in a flash flood 35 years ago.
But mostly what I miss is the people. Uncles and aunts, cousins, of course my own family, and then extended family or family friends that would show up (remember the Snyders.) Knowing they were part of my family, my flesh and blood. Listening to the old people (anyone over 30) tell stories of when they went to Campion or Platte Valley Academy, or to Lexington or Kearney or Oconto or Lincoln. Seeing new additions - younger cousins who joined. Every one of them hold a special place in my heart that does not go away. Even though I haven't seen them for many years.
You can't go back. Past is past. It will never be the same. But I won't forget the Reunions. They are the rock that I was built on. They are a key to my understanding who I am and why I do things the way I do. And I am proud of it all. No one can have my memories.
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Don, I feel such a strong tug at my heart as I read your words that resonate and instantly wisk me back years! Oh, do I have memories. Remember the time Patti went missing and everyone was sure she'd been kidnapped from the "other house" we were using that summer, next to Aunt Violet's? Help me remember the details--it's foggy, but I can taste the excitement that only a kid can feel as he tries to unravel the mystery! Ah, the hidding in the wheat field next door or the empty irrigation ditch as cars swept by the house in a cloud of dust. I hope we didn't throw rocks in our wild imaginings! Oh, and the stories LaDonna, Debbie, and I shared in the double bed of the basement at bedtime! Whatever they were made it difficult to sleep....And remember the obnoxious games of PIT around the kitchen table. We were hoarse afterwards. One of the things I loved most was showing up in Sabbath School at Campion and grinning as I acknowledged to our SS leader that we were all "cousins". Ah, I loved that! I would never have left Loveland if I'd had my say. Thank you for bringing those memories back the the vivid forefront tonight!
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