Every three years the descendants of Harlan and Clara Macy gather at Harbor Villa on the Oregon Coast to celebrate our common roots. Since I share no “roots” per se, I celebrate those I’ve grown to love over the past 24 years as a Macy. The family is much (much) larger than those who gathered, but I prefer a more intimate group anyway.
Before the first event, I availed myself of the beach within reach, the one with the two matching rocks (except for the hole in one). I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect walk-on-the-beach day.
On the way back I spied some familiar faces—these dear ones—enjoying a beach walk as well. I was more of a surprise to them than they to me, since I know they own a little summer place in Rockaway. Still, it was a serendipity!
These are three of the four offspring of the oldest Macy brother, Jay. Their brother Doug died this year, a big loss in many ways.
These sisters belong to Bernice’s tribe. They were focused on the food prep, a task they’ve taken on for many years. No small undertaking! This year I was recruited to grill the onions. You might have wondered what was that enticing aroma in the air yesterday. Yup, that was us!
You can see where Mauri’s dad fits into the large family.
Karen and John Macy are from Dwight’s bloodline.
Brother Howard chats with cousin Richard, Macys both.
It’s good to honor our heritage, even an inherited one through marriage.
Once again we have reason to be grateful for this place.