It's finally going to happen. The Connelly family, or at least one branch of that tree, is getting together for a reunion. I'm not sure what took us so long, but the passing of parents and the oldest cousin woke us up to the fact that time was moving fast and we were losing touch with each other.
So this weekend, we're getting together in a place our grandparents loved, up in the mountains of West Virginia. They weren't from here, but they visited often. It seemed like a natural choice for the first get-together.
I am looking forward to seeing cousins, sons, grandchildren, aunt and uncle and my siblings. I hope to hear lots of stories and lots of laughter. Our family has always been a storytelling group, and I'll bet we'll all have sore throats on the way home.
My Dad used to tell us that his father would look around the table at family gatherings and say, "Look what we started!" Used to make Grandma mad, Dad said. I'll bet Grandpa would love to see this gathering--he really did start something!
With almost 100 people just from my parents' union (13 children and their spouses, 35 or so grandchildren, 38 or so great-grandchildren), it promises to be quite a crowd.
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