We're up to 54 years and counting. The young adults then are now the elderly elders. Yes, me too. Our babies then are now adults with grown children leaving empty nests. But we still gather each year at the family compound on Whidbey Island, on the Sunday of Labor Day weekend, in a celebration of family named after two sisters who are grandmothers to multiple generations of direct descendants.
Irene and Tom raised the PG flag and we sang our anthem.
We honored the Direct Descendent Elders. Introduced youngest to oldest, they are now arranged left to right, oldest to youngest. Jan lets it be known that she is the younger twin, which makes Tom the most elderly elder.
Then Jan shared some Phosie-Gertie history.
Our long list of games from the early PG's has been reduced to just the balloon toss, leaving more time for visiting and eating. It could also be that currently we have no little kids. We did toss those balloons. It was somewhat eventful.
Since I have to use my stick to hold myself up, I don't toss any more so Jill appointed me the game director. All was well until an errant balloon appeared to be aiming for my head. I hurriedly stepped back, which I really can't do. There was a pause in the action while I picked myself up off the ground, with the aid of my grandson Isaac. I have no idea where the balloon landed, but my landing was slow and soft enough. No damage. The game was concluded with a "toss off" .Scott and Irene were victorious.
And then the activities were concluded, serious visiting began, followed by lots of eating and lots more visiting.
It was another wonderful Phosie-Gertie.
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