Our family reunion is now a memory, but we all left the Georgia mountains happy and eager for another in three or four years. We did all the usual things families do together—played, ate, reminisced, laughed, and ate some more. And we took a lot of pictures. I tried, really I did, to choose only my very favorites to share. I can’t claim to be the shooter of each photo here, but most anyway. Take a breath; I’ll go fast.
A look at the area where we stayed.
Niece Krista (you’ve seen her in my Juarez pics) is our own Pied Piper.
My sister, Carol, enjoys a quiet moment.
It’s what he wanted. Cameron obliged.
A rousing sand volleyball game, one generation against the other. Wanna venture a guess who won? (Nope. The adults.)
Atop Stone Mountain. Mauri and I stayed home in the cool.
Speaking of the smalls, this is Aubrey and Cassidy (with Dusty) at their first family reunion in 2004.
And family reunion 2007.
2012—still buddies, still skipping.
Surprising, Mauri caught a couple of shots of me that I don’t hate.
Every time the signs come back.
Is that cute, or what?
No one was tempted, except maybe to fetch a stray ball.
Me ‘n’ my sibs.
Finding shelter from the record heat.
Our last night together we took some family group shots. These hosted our reunion, no small undertaking! (Thanks, Cheryl and Kevin—and Peyton.)
Of course I needed a shot of these two for my series that began in 1971 with …
One of my greatest joys of the week took place at the restaurant the final night. I’d gathered the full-family shots from all five reunions and set up my computer. And this is what happened.