The big hit of our family reunion? The diaries. They were written by my grandmother, one in 1967 and one in 1969. My cousin who was in charge of this year's soiree, found the diaries recently, and after dinner yesterday she read selected snippets.
To be honest, the little kids didn't pay attention. They were happy pushing strollers around the room and talking to themselves and each other. But the adults were captivated. No one knew Grandma kept a diary.
The entries were very down to earth--her surprise when her son from Oregon arrived at the front door for an unannounced visit, her concern when someone in the family was ill, her enjoyment of family get togethers of any sort. Every page is full of her love for her family.
Afterward, most of us spent some time looking through the diaries, reading portions, seeing our names. (I had stomach flu in 1969.)
Grandma died in 1980, so it was a lovely treat to hear her words, see her handwriting in those diaries, and remember how very much she loved all of us.