Now, everyone is free to create idyllic memories or bitter remembrances, although I can’t imagine anyone there has a wholly unsatisfactory memory of the event.
As my second-cousin, Jim, said: “What an environment!” (He’s had a career as a camp inspector for the State of Michigan and has seen many smaller camps “run on a lot less.”)
Truly, the day was beautiful, 82 degrees and sunny. The food was wholesome and delicious. The company, convivial and on their best behavior, right down to the two-year-old. All childhood insecurities were left behind for several hours (on my part – I can’t speak for the others – until I saw the photos that night…am I really that fat?).
But it was the setting that won the day. My brother and his wife have a way of creating a landscape, full of nooks and crannies, where your eye can travel, your body can breathe fresh rural Ohio air, and everyone can relax.
I’ll only post one picture of a person. Even though my uncle’s in it, pay attention to the surroundings.
I heard my sister-in-law respond to an inquiry about her boys always playing outside. She said they’re just like every other kid – they pry them away from the TV and video games, but once they’re out in it, it’s all good.
Maybe you have to be nostalgic to appreciate it?