Friday, August 27, 2010

. . . and they came.



Yes, they DID come!

The day after the Spaniards left, Cousin Jim & his daughter
arrived precisely at HIGH NOON.
The meeting spot - Nephi City Cemetery.


It may seem a bit odd that we were reuniting in the cemetery.
But, hey, it's OUR cemetery.
Somehow, our family inherited the northwest corner of this small-town resting place.

In other words, we McCune descendants get to REST there free of charge!

Now, how did we score that sweet deal? No idea.

Anyhow,
my great-great grandparents, two sets of great grandparents,
my grandparents,
quite a collection of aunts and uncles,
my very own parents
and other assorted kin
are all taking a long, long nap together at the Nephi City Cemetery.

In my clan, it's a happening place.

And it so happens that my cousin's daughter wanted to absorb some family history during this visit.
I was happy to share the cherished tales.

Of course, the funny stories are the best ones.
Like, the fact that my Grandma Leah always jokingly complained
that she was going to be forced to babysit her sister's babies
-who died in infancy-
throughout the eternities,
because they were all buried right below her plot . . .

OR that her husband might roll over
and she'd be thrown in the road and hit by a car
since her plot was next to the street.

This dear grandma had a sense of humor to beat the band, I tell you!


After the cemetery, we headed over to the Nephi Daughters of the Utah Pioneers Museum.
and perused some family memorabilia.

**********************************

The day after Jim and Katharine left,
the clan gathered to honor my nephew Austin
who just completed 2 years of service as an LDS missionary.

BELOW: A shot of Austin and his dad (my brother)
who is holding a sample of the 100 lunch sacks
decorated with missionary ties & name tags

created by my very clever sister-in-law.
She also prepared a mountain of food to go INTO those 100 sacks!


Several kids took their sacks & booty up to a tree fort and I just HAD to climb up and snap a shot.


The NEXT day, my son arrived from Nevada.
It was a short trip, but we did enjoy a fabulous picnic dinner together
and two nice long chats.

The day after Arian left, my goddaughters arrived.

(Photo taken @ our favorite local restaurant ~ CAFE FRESH!)

I thought that I'd only get Victoria + Breanna,
but a BONUS goddaughter (and kiddos) came along -
Paige.

Paige's daughter Brooklyn fell in love with my dramatic play treasure boxes.


These gals come from a VERY active family.
They tramped around the world for a year and thus they are the happiest when they are MOVING.

I can ALWAYS count on them to hike the canyon with me.


The little ones DON'T slow them down one bit.

Well, maybe just a WEE bit. Long enough to intensely study a layer of quartz in a rock by the trail.


How I wished my birth children could have joined us over the last three days!

They would have LOVED our late night conversations
during which we solved the world's problems AND laughed our guts out.
VERY LATE NIGHTS, but worth every minute.
Truly SLUMBER PARTIES.

How am I a godmother? Look HERE.

3 comments:

Duane Johnson said...

Ah, always a special spot in my heart for the Harris clan. So glad they were able to get together at your wonderful abode! Brooklyn is looking the part of a nearly growed up little girl. Wow!

K said...

And you - you just live in a universe completely built of love. LIke Nephi did. An amazing life. A resounding life. One I love to be part of, even at this distance. You are like a cool shower of connection, dear one.

Anonymous said...

Mom,

Looks like you have a revolving door. It is so great that you are such a gracious host. Thanks for an enjoyable little stay.

Love,

Your First Born

Counters Free Counter