Showing posts with label dock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dock. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Work Weekend Ritual

I can't remember the date of the first "work weekend" but perhaps this picture was from that era. It is when Dad recruited us to come to the camp to help stain the camps, etc. Of course, it didn't take much to give us an excuse to all be together...for an enjoyable, if not relaxing weekend with non-stop banter, poking, jabbing, puns, etc.

The scheduled work is usually light, and more often than not Dad and/or Arlon had a good amount of it already done before the masses arrived. Which usually meant that we retreated to the dock or went for walks, swims, etc.

Here we are treating all of Curtis Pond to a free concert... whether they wanted it or not.

And here's a work weekend photo from 1991...when most of the grandkids were either pre-teen:

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Sarah holds something other than wine glass


Concerned that she was only pictured with a wineglass in her hands, I dug out this photo circa 1998 (?) where her hands were carrying a much heavier load.