Backstory – Reunion
Looking at your Christmas card list often reminds you of friends or relatives with whom you have lost contact. It probably evokes a determination to make the effort to see this person, followed by no action in that direction. You can even imagine the other person having the same intentions and neglect. Then suddenly, there is that name again on the list the following year.
That’s what kept happening with Bill and his cousins. And during the year, between Christmases, he would tell me stories of how they visited his grandmother and how the cousins grew up together. I started imagining these people and became interested in meeting them. Finally, I lobbied for a visit with them. It did not take much to convince him to take a summer road trip back to the farm.
This week’s story is about the reunion that took place. It has remained a fond memory for many years now. And the in-person get together sparked Internet communications and phone calls that have kept us all in touch, better than before.
Enjoy the story. If it inspires you to reunite with folks from your past, who hold fond places in your heart, that would be wonderful.
Consider This Show – Reunion
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My guy had mentioned it casually for years – He’d like to revisit the farms where he spent the summers of his youth: catch up with his cousins and their parents; meet children and grandchildren, show me the ole swimming hole and where they ran the combine.
And here we were on Route I-81, heading for upstate New York. He had contacted family members up north who made it happen and we were on our way to a fish fry; their family version of a reunion.
As we drove northward, I tried to picture how each would appear to the others. What would have changed; what stayed the same for all this time. Some of them had not seen each other for 40 or 50 years. For others, the visiting gap spanned at least a decade.
As they showed photos and swapped stories, it was evident that these were people who respected and admired what each had become. I could see how their shared experiences early in life had influenced decisions made in later years. They sang, laughed and shed a few tears with their memories.
When it was time to leave, amidst goodbye hugs and promises of visits to come, I was really thankful for the folks who had not just talked about reuniting, but made it happen. They closed the gap of people related by blood and separated only by geography.
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Great post. My cousins and I have talked about getting together but we never get around to it. And we usually talk about it at funerals. Reminds me of this saying: “There’s more sand at the bottom of the hourglass than at the top”.