... but I'm going to another White reunion this Saturday.
I know. I just had one.
You see, I'm 'pure White'. That may sound as if I'm making a racist statement - I'm not.
Here's the truth: my mother was a White before she married my dad who was a White. Sometimes my mother is known as Margaret White White. Seriously.
This Saturday (every July 4th) we have the Will White family reunion. Will White was my great grandfather on my father's paternal side.
The two White reunions are VERY different from each other.
The one we just had (my mother's family) had family members who came from lots of states and lasted a whole weekend. My dad's family reunion meets like from 12 - 2 every July 4th. We meet, we eat, then we say, 'See you next year!' Lately we've been meeting in the Van, Texas community center. Before that we met on the lawn of my parents' country home for 27 years. Before that we met in Aunt Ira and Uncle Terrence's front yard. Before that in a nice park somewhere that is just a pleasant memory to me. We've been known to have more than 100 people! Lately it's been about 70, I think. It's always in East Texas - and everybody there is from East Texas or the Metroplex - except for Brian and Sylvia and kids who come from Texarkana. We also have home cooking. And lots of sliced homegrown tomatoes, black-eyed peas, and usually at least one yummy banana pudding. And lots of sweet tea! Oh and one of the older cousins usually brings home-fried fish - a HUGE platter. My mouth is watering as I type.
I, of course, will take pictures.
Until then, we have to get Laura moved home from Waco. YAY!! I love having her home. (In August she moves to Denton to start grad school. (That does sound impressive. I'm proud.))
Oh, this afternoon, I stayed just a little while with my favorite little ones. Here's a picture, or two...
Life is good.