Our trip to Wheatfield was great. Saw everyone, from my Uncle Allen to Dave Birch, Larry and Mary and Mike and Marilyn, and of course Bea and Junior.
Boydee was a hit with everyone. He was in full-on charmer mode all weekend. We heard on more than one occasion that "Boyd is a great name" and we agree. All those folks in Wheatfield knew my dad since he was a little kid, so they enjoyed meeting his namesake, I could tell.
Evey's favorite thing about the trip was that she got to spend so much time with her cousins, including the 12-hour drive coming and going. They watched lots of movies, including disc three of the "Dungeons & Dragons" cartoon series from the '80s that I introduced her to (now all three kids are hooked!)
It's good to be home, though. We rode up in two cars, 10 people strong. It was correctly stated at one point that "you can't ever make 10 people happy." That was maybe even the motto after day two.
Maybe the best part of the trip was also one of the simplest: me and my family, Jessica and her family, and a mini-football. We walked about six blocks of Wheatfield, pointing out to the kids where Grandma Iris used to live, where Jessica and mom and dad used to live before I was born, where the haunted house was. The weather was nice, maybe 60 degrees. Me, Mark and Jett kept throwing the ball around while we walked.
Another great moment: Lary and Mary, Dave and Ginger, Mom, Keith, Mike and Marilyn, all sitting at a table together, chatting. I told Adro that that group probably hasn't all sat together at once in over 15 years. It was nice of everyone to come out and visit with us, and it was definitely nice of Mike and Marilyn to let us do it all at their house.
I've got photos of all of this, but I'll have to post them later, as the camera is currently more than 10 steps away, and it's late. Included here is a photo of me and Bubba taken a few weeks ago, moments after we gave him a haircut on the back deck.
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