Whenever there is a month with a 5th Sunday, the descendants of #9 (of 13 siblings) aka Peepaw descend upon 4012 South Adams Street for dinner.
Back in the day - - - a few short days ago - - -this used to be a relatively simple thing for we all lived within an hour of 4012 South Adams Street.
Such is no longer the case - - - and the length of time between our 5th Sunday gatherings has gotten longer and longer for now we are scattered from the Tundra of Alaska to the Tropics or Florida.
Yesterday we came homing in from the four corners of the world to meet at Peepaw's table once again.
All FOUR generations of us.
I used the panoramic feature on my new camera to try and capture a wider view of the festivities.
Too bad I cut off Kayla's head and Jason's bald.
Maybe this shot is a bit better - - - at least I only cut off Kayla's nose!
The ultra fancy corrugated toy box was, as usual, the center of activity.
The really wee little one sat off to the side, just a bit, in the protection of daddy's feet, but still enjoyed part of the bounty from The Box.
Even Peepaw, a very young 82, still enjoys the multigenerational floor sitting around The Box of toys - - - same toys which have now entertained two generations of his grans.
Our crowd grew and grew until it was standing room only! In fact, we think our NEXT gathering is going to have to move to larger spaces!
This time the F2 and F3 (grans and great grans) dined at the BIG table with Peepaw
While Sister Pam and I were relegated to the side-bar card table in the living room.
A few of us preferred "grazing" from the serving table.
And for dessert - - - we had some birthday celebratin' to do!
Mackinley a birthday "past" and Peepaw a birthday "future."
Mackinley was happy to do the candle honors for them both.
After dinner, more fellowshipping broke out.
Until one wee angel had to serve her time-out sentence in the corner and her
Third shift weary daddy went off to the Land of Nod despite the clamour all around.