… every second year, the descendants of one of my ancient relatives get together for a bash…… and today was the pre-bash barbecue…. The Missus and I traveled the winding, narrow roads deep into the back country of Monroe County in search of the party…. and we eventually found a small group of relatives sipping iced tea under a huge awning….. we pitched in immediately and began accompanying them with their sitting and sipping….

… after a while, more and more kinfolk began to arrive… and before we knew it, the smell of charring wieners joined the sticky, sweet, nutty smell of freshly mown hay that we’d been enjoying…. And dinnertime followed quickly afterwards…..

.. it was a good time, actually…. Herds of milling relatives gathered in continuously morphing clumps of humanity… pulling away, rejoining a new group, skipping off to the grill for a hotdog or sneaking over behind Melvin’s truck to sneak a quick beer… or to Uncle Jim’s camper for a secreted nip of moonshine…

….. ageless, I suspect…. Timeless, too…. except for the cellphones clinging to each and every belt…. And those shoes with those little wheels imbedded in the heels….. which, incidentally, don’t seem to work too well in a gravel driveway…. Ohioans must have a lot more concrete than we do down here, I guess……

… Great Uncle JR was there and walking with a cane…. A feisty Iwo Jima veteran with a red-haired second wife…. He, his younger sister, Sue, and his little brother Arthur – the youngest of that clan – are the only ones left…. All of their brothers and sisters – and all but 1 of their Brothers & Sisters-in-law – have been left to the ages….

… Great Uncle JR’s sister, Geneva, was my maternal Grandma… so that’s how I’m related to that crew….

… so in two years, the Green Family will meet again in Dayton, Ohio….. and two years from that, they’ll be back down here again…. and so it goes…. At least as long those three are still shaking the proverbial bushes…. It does make you think, though…. I wonder if we’ll keep doing the family reunions once that older generation bails….. I hope we will, but if I were a betting man, I’d not place money on it…..

… in other news, there is a wonderful – and quite unexpected – benefit to having yourself surrounded by an aging group of relatives with bad hearing…. Some of the misheard conversations are out-of-this-world hilarious….

… anyway, I’m off to sip some Scotch and steel myself for tomorrow’s gathering… there are going to be 300-400 descendants of Luke and his wife all getting sunburned and sipping sweet tea at Keefaufer Park…. and if I know that bunch, if we chance to run out of hotdogs, those ducks in the duck pond are toast….

… so I am turning in early tonight…. sure, I’ve been to a goat rope before, but the idea of a duck strangling is just too much…. And I have a feeling that I am going to need all of my strength….

… hey, what can I say?.... you may transplant the hillbillies to the wilds of suburban Ohio, but there is a core that will remain forever Tennessean…… and still, they're my folks.....

... and I do like duck...

by Eric on May 26, 2007 | Bullshit (5) | TrackBack (0) | Thinking
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Have a great time Eric and have fun choking the chicken...I mean the duck.

Bullshitted by Chickie on May 27, 2007 09:05 AM

Well, you have a good time, and come the gift-giving season, just remember that your very good pal Erica really fancies herself a pair of those wheelie shoes.

Bullshitted by Erica on May 27, 2007 09:47 AM

Yep, bud... they mostly pave the roads up here. You'll see the occasional gravel driveway, but hardly ever come across the proverbial "dirt road". It's a sad fact. The wheelie shoes... that's just a 'neck in training man. You gotta learn to bust your ass early, and often, no matter where you live.

Enjoy the tea, and the shine. Don't forget the blade. You don't want the duck to suffer too long.

Bullshitted by RedNeck on May 27, 2007 10:22 AM

I will be attending one of those clan get togethers next weekend..not my clan but my brother-in-laws clan. The the last weekend of June I will be attending my clan's big hurrah in Archer City Texas.

I am one of the older ones now..just one of my Dad's sisters left and the rest will be cousins, inlaws, and outlaws. Most of us first cousins are 65 and older..the youngest about fifty-five.

But there are a group of the second and third and fourth generation that will carry on the tradition I reckon.

Bullshitted by GUYK on May 28, 2007 09:04 AM

Ohioans must have a lot more concrete than we do down here, I guess

We sure do. Mostly between the ears of elected officials.

Bullshitted by Cappy on May 28, 2007 03:41 PM