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REUNION
"My how you have changed." If I heard it once I heard it a dozen times. In fact, many had changed so much, they didn't recognize ME.
The week of July 8 to 15 1991 was the week of family reunion, for both Verna and me. On Monday the 8th we flew from San Francisco to Denver, and rented a car to begin our week of reunions. First my family and then Verna's.
To match time tables, for car, bus and plane can be compared to solving a cross word puzzle, one misplaced letter and you may have to start over. We had only one possible miss and that occurred when we boarded United Air, flight 520 for Denver. Just ahead of us, at the check in counter, was a family from Pakistan. They were checking their luggage thru to Lahore and we had to wait in line. We were able to check in just as they opened the gate to load.
Boulder, the first stop was to visit my brother Lawrence. There were three boys in my family, and my other brother, Ernest, from Mesa, Arizona, who was vacationing in Vail [sic] Colo. arranged to be in Boulder at the right time.
What do three brothers, all old men in their eighties, with different views on politics and religion, talk about? First they exchange views on their most recent ailments. They then reach agreement on how bad every thing is. They talk about things they used to do and can no longer do. They brag about the accomplishments of their grand children and their great grand children. When the reunion is over they wish each other well, get in their cars and drive off.
What do 77 people, ages 9 months to 90 years do when they first meet at a family reunion? They shake hands and say: "I am Marvelle's, I am Verna's, I am Weston's, "but that refers only to the oldest generation present. There is another and another, until you reach the great grandchildren.
July 12, 1991, was the first day of the PIELSTICK FAMILY REUNION, at Black Forest Inn, Colorado Springs. They arrived from all corners of the United States. Twelve states are represented. NE. VI. WA. TX. CO. MI. FL. OR. MO. KA. CA. ILL.
The first evening was devoted to introductions and identification of family tribes. I, an In-law and I suspect at times considered an Out-law, was attached to the oldest and the retired generation. I believed it to be my right to observe and evaluate those present, in order that I might know after 63 years, just what I had become a part of.
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