A couple of weeks ago we drove to Missoula for a mini family reunion and to attend Jon's 60th class reunion. Jon's sister Linda and her husband, Malcom, flew in from Oklahoma to visit us for a few days and also to attend the reunion since Malcom and Jon were in the same high school class.
We spent a lot of time partying, visiting and eating great food out on David and Julie's deck. The weather was perfect. It wasn't as hot as it normally is in July in Montana.
Julie baked Jon, Malcom and Linda a birthday cake. They all celebrate birthdays in August. 232 is the total of their ages... Old, old, but very young at heart.
David and his Auntie Linda in one of their "I'll get you for that" spats, after he let drops of ice water land on top of her head.
My sister Kathy and her husband Ralph along with my grand niece Bailee. Grandson Dylan, Kelsey and little Jason were also there.
James Paul and family.
Kelsey and Dylan
Great grandson Jason. We had to grab him to stop him long enough to get a photo. We never did catch grandson Ben, but we'll get him next time.
Rylee hamming it up for us.
Lady trying to make friends with Jason. "Do you want to play ball? Please? Please? I'll chase it for you," says Lady.
Linda brought scrapbooks and photos that Grandma Lois had stored in boxes for years. She never threw anything away as you will see from my next post.
Here are a couple of things in the scrapbook. Lucky for us that she didn't throw anything out. What treasures.
This is a telegram sent from Dillon, Montana from Jon and Linda's dad. Jim to his mother, Eula. His parents met while he was recovering from his WWII injuries in a hospital in Utah. They were driving to his home in Butte and stopped to get married in Dillon.
This is a photo of a letter written on birch bark by Jon's Grandpa Coulthard, Nov. 27, 1936 from Hope, Idaho to his parents in Nebraska. There are three pages of the letter, but the 2nd and 3rd pages are very fragile and I didn't even try to unfold them. Most of the first page is very legible though. Beautiful penmanship.
Jon and I have looked at only a small amount of the photos and newspaper clippings Linda left with us. It will be an ongoing project, well into the winter months. I hope to scan everything so it can be share with everyone.
The gardens are spectacular this year.
Jon's dahlias are blooming but I haven't had time to take any photos... Tomorrow. Promises. Promises.
Another Eagles band member has left us. We loved to sing this song at our get-togethers. We sang it with feeling, gusto, and mostly off-key, but we loved every minute of it.
Take It To The Limit - my recommendation for how to live every day.
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