We spent Saturday in Tulsa enjoying our Lancaster Family Reunion. Not everyone was able to join us this year, we missed the ones who were absent and had a GREAT time without them. Just kidding!! Well partially kidding, we really did miss the ones that couldn’t come (y’all know who you are) we still had a wonderful time; it would have been fantastic if everyone could have been there. The oldest attendee was my mom, who is 86 and the youngest; one of Paul and Mary’s boys, who if I’m remembering correctly, is 8.
Hats off to Cousins Rene and Craig and Uncle ‘Hermie’ also affectionately know at the Herminator. We lost our precious Aunt Chris in January. Rene did a beautiful job stepping up filling her mom’s role and cooking some of her famous dishes and the three of them worked hard behind the scenes making sure everyone had a superb time. We ate until our sides hurt, caught up on events of the last year, and played games.
Cousin Farrell and his wife Carol provided us with a magnificent treat. He brought in a projector and 8mm film and showed movies of our families from the 1950’s. Many of the cousins on film were from diaper age to teens. What amusement to see ourselves in “film”, ok…amusement is a bit mild, what gut-busting, side-aching laughter…my favorite was of Cousin Farrell on his 7th or 8th birthday. He had on his little Western Shirt and Jeans; his waist adorned with his holster and gun. He was practicing his “quick draw” for the camera. He sauntered toward the camera with a half-grin and whipped out his pistol. We laughed so hard we cried. (It was very precious to me).
Cousin Gary was shown climbing up to the very top of the windmill at Grandma and Grandpa’s farm. He couldn’t have been more than 8 years old. Where were his parents? Oh yeah, I remember now, Uncle Bob was filming him!! E-Yikes!!
Cousin Craig was still in diapers, and his diaper looked like it was about ready to drag the ground. He insists it was only water logged from swimming. Hmmm….
Much of the footage was taken at Grandma and Grandpa Lancaster’s Farm, Aunt Margaret and Uncle Bob’s and Aunt Chris and Uncle Herman’s houses. Our grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles, cousins and siblings were all captured on the film. It was bittersweet as many of them have passed from this life. The entire day was a blessing.
Farrell and Carol also brought a table full of old photographs taken over the years and let us choose the ones we wanted. What an awesome gift to all of us, thanks again!
My brother Jim and his wife Teresa were able to come from Texas to be with us. They arrived at our house on Friday and had to leave late Sunday afternoon. We had a splendid visit and played Farkel until late Friday evening. We love to play games. Sunday we went to church, returned home to eat lunch, then visited the Skiatook Statuary.
It was a grand weekend. The journey down memory lane jarred long forgotten events from my past. It causes me to pause and reflect on how quickly life passes us by. We enjoyed a glimpse into our past, took pleasure in our present and look onward to our future with great hope.
Philippians 1:3-4 I thank my God every time I remember you.