There was an exception to that. My grandmother’s sister married one of Clyde’s brothers. Their grandson, Woody Hanson, who you will see many times in the video linked here, is kin to us on both sides.
Maybe even more grandeur than chasing memories and our heritage, was the fact that Naia’s children spent a long weekend together.
That means we laughed. We laughed a lot. And we ate. We ate a lot.
I can tell you this. It was one great weekend.
Somehow we all believe our mama was smiling at it all from her heavenly resting place.
We won't be around for the Bicentennial but maybe some of my grandchildren will read this blog and watch the video one day and be inspired to show up for that.