Our family is pretty big into traditions and routines. At Jack’s, we eat the same foods and do the same things. And in a way, that makes the whole experience feel a little like Christmas. Excess eating, lots of laughter, knowing exactly what comes next.
On Saturday night, we had peaches and buttermilk biscuits with cream. Yum! Here, Jack’s helping prep the peaches.
We’ve been having some big issues with which version of Trivial Pursuit to use. Terry likes the original, but none of the next generation know any of the answers to those questions. The other versions we’ve tried have questions that are either harder or more stupid/trivial, so the debate continues.
Lots of ribbing of Terry and laughter.
Sunday morning, we lay out the final breakfast feast. Bryan’s making French toast.
I love this picture of me and my siblings, but I feel like a midget. Mental note, I should stand in the middle…
Hugging goodbye before Maretta and Kyle head back home to Minnesota. A moment with Joe and Kyle.
Maretta and Terry
Pretty plant outside Jack’s front door.
Maretta says goodbye to Andrew and Sylvia
For the last four years, I’ve brought a bouquet of flowers in memory of Mommy. She is so much a part of this weekend, and her absence deeply felt. Mommy, we miss you.
On Sunday late morning, Jack drove his truck up to the high prairie so we could all take a look.
Sylvie doesn’t like the “shiny sun.” My glasses seem to help.
Andrew’s tired out from an active weekend. He’s sleeping in the bed of the pickup truck on Bryan’s lap.
We have pictures over the years of Michael and Joe up on Jack’s garage (the back side of the garage is close to the ground for easy access). Here they introduce young Andrew to the tradition.
So ends Jack’s float weekend 2011. Time spent with my brothers and sisters fills me up. Thanks, guys, for a great time!