It all started out rather quietly ... as family members were coming in ... claiming their little niches of space under the two tents for some shade and relief from the heat ... chit chatting away and starting to catch up with each other.
My granddaughter, Brooke, was getting lessons from her Great Uncle Rod on how to cook turkeys and pork roast on the big charcoal cooker.
It was a nice start to a wonderful day ... or so we thought. Then Momma Nature showed up ... it starts to rain ... and the wind is starting to blow.
Aunt Jan is not happy with Momma Nature raining on her party.
Within minutes ... the wind really picks up ... gust up to 60 miles per hour we heard ... every able man ... grab hold of the tents to keep them from flying.
There is thunder.
There is wind.
There is rain.
The family is together and we're all having a really good time!
Trying to stay dry.
and not get blown away ...
Talk about a bad hair day!! LOL
About 20 minutes later ... the weather starts to settle down; but there's still a drizzling rain.
My daughter Staci shared a story with the younger kids about something that their grandparents used to do on the flowage when they were kids. They would have a scavenger hunt with ribbons; but they would do it in the winter months when the flowage was iced over. They would hang hundreds of ribbons of different colors, sizes, textures, etc... out by the 'big island' of the flowage and then the people looking for them would take their snowmobiles out to find them. It was an all day event.
Well... since it was summer time and we didn't have any available snowmobiles or snow ... we just hid some ribbons by the trees along the driveway for the little ones to find.
They had to pull a piece of ribbon from a bucket then head to the woods to find it's match.
Off they go on the ribbon scavenger hunt ... a little rain didn't stop them.
Even the big kids got into it :)
There was even a visit by a clown ... who was passing out hugs and gifts.
Dear Hubby even got "leid" from the clown.
I know ...
I'm bad :)
The weather cleared up ~ the geneology chart was spared from getting soaked.
This family has dealt with bad weather before.
Do you recall reading in your history book from school about the story of the Donner Party? The ill-fated wagon train of travelers stranded in the Sierra Mountains and acts of cannibalism to survive? I won't go into that here; but if you aren't familiar with the story, you can Google it and you'll find out.
There were five brothers, John, Jacob, George, Philip and Frederick who immigrated from Hamburg, Germany. All five of them settled for awhile in Springfield, Illinois.
Of the five brothers, four of them headed west for California. It was on this trip that two of them passed away, John and Jacob. George and Philip settled in Nevada. One brother stayed behind and settled in Wisconsin. That would be Frederick, my Dear Hubby's Great Great Great Great Grandfather.
Here's a photo of the bloodline remaining from Frederick Donner
This was the first reunion that the family has ever planned. It was so much fun and it certainly won't be it's last.
Until next time ...
So it goes in my neck of the woods.