|An early oleo ad|
|My siblings and I at the 2006 reunion|
|Aunt Margaret, Trudy, Uncle Abe, Aunt Dora and Mom|
|My brother Paul's clan|
|My Niece Jen at the Florida reunion|
Before I close, I'll talk a little to the hosting duties and share a couple of stories on the job. The hosts volunteer each year and this duty is shared by the family membership. We try and spread it around, so no one family has to do it year to year. The hosts secure the venue (generally on Jan 1st). This is an important part of the job and you don't want to fall down on this duty. For a long time, Ontario County Park only had one pavilion large enough to accommodate the family and we were in fierce competition with the Pierce family who hosts their reunion the same day. As a new host about 25 years ago, I had the duty and tried to book
|My sister Hummingbird|
and I'll never forget the look of disappointment that I got from my father that I had failed in this duty. The hosts purchase and cook the meat and coffee, and stay until the end to clean the facility and cart the trash away. A few years ago, my sister Hummingbird volunteered to host the reunion during a year where our family had just hosted. When I approached her afterwards, about this choice, she said that she didn't need my help, that she had a catering friend that would be assisting the next year. When next year came, sure enough, the call came to see what "we" would be cooking for the reunion. I assisted her, of course, but can't say that I did it graciously. Towards the end of that day, when she attempted to leave before the rest of the crowd, I kind of went off on her to remind her of her duties as hostess, and she took a burn to it. She's a good cleaner already, but I have to say, I've never seen the tables scrubbed down as hard as they were that year. We both stormed off at the end and about 20 minutes later I was headed down Gannett Hill with the cooker in tow. I heard something dragging, so I stopped at the bottom of the hill and while I was checking the rig, I noticed her car, across the road. As mad as she was, she stopped to make sure that my family was going to get home safely. I reached out to her the following day and remarked on how surprised I was by her caring act, in the midst of our disagreement, and what she replied caps off this blog nicely. She simply remarked " Of course I stopped, we're Family".