For those of you new to my blog readership, Phosie and Gertie were sisters and progenitors of the gaggle of generations of siblings and cousins that gather at the family compound on Whidbey Island. We are now at Generation Five.
The cabins were full of family overnighters. Tom and I arrived by ferry for the day.
Later in the morning the owners and users of our cabin held our annual business meeting. Then we were free to wander and visit and play until about 2:30, at which time we began with the official raising of the Phosie-Gertie flag.
We do have an anthem, to the tune of On Top of Old Smokey, which begins "Oh Phosie and Gertie, we celebrate you." We have fun.
That is followed by the group photo. We have to act quickly to keep the "cats" from straying.
We honor the Direct Descendants, now Generation Three.
Tom, Marilyn, and Martha are siblings and descend from Gramma Phosie.
Siblings Dave, Jan, and Tom and their cousin Dean called Gertie Grandma.
Grandchildren did the honors for their respective grandparents. Yes, that's Isaac, towering over Tom.
The 50 Club. Members of Generation Four are recognized for turning age 50. It may not be considered an "honor" by some. :-)
Partners are drawn for the Balloon toss.
Down to two pairs, Bryan and Irene still in it.
And the winners - Bryan and Scott!
For the Sand Castle contest, the theme was Natural Disasters. The hurricane approaching Florida was depicted.
The San Francisco earthquake of 1989 was selected by a California cousin, depicting the collapse of the viaduct.
The winner was our Sunlight Beach stranded by rising sea levels and inundated by tsunamis. We hope the future is kinder.
And then we ate! And ate some more! I was busy eating. There are no photos.
And then we sat and visited. Well, some of us sat. The younger set eventually gathered out on the street.
There were hijinks. Irene and Sara carrying their mothers, Jill and Julie.
A gaggle of girl cousins.
I'll end my post with a salute to Generation Five, with thanks to Julie for the street scene photos.
And another successful Phosie-Gertie Picnic is in the books. Let September begin.