Aunt Margie’s 90th Birthday Party at Heit’s Point.
Kathy Meisinger writes:
I’m having a (belated) cake and ice cream reception for the family, to celebrate Aunt Marjorie’s 90th birthday. It would be immediately following the Sibling’s luncheon on Saturday, July 4th in the Spitz Center dining room, at about 1:45. The sibling’s would already be there, then we could all sing “Happy Birthday” to her. I’d like to have an idea how much cake and ice cream to order.
Also if anyone wanted to bring their birthday cards or remembrance notes for her then (to be added to the ones she already has), that would be the time to do it. It takes a long time to get to be 90 if you’re so blessed. I wanted her to have some special time with family. She lives too far away for people to come up to see her, and her birthday is in March, with its unpredictable weather for travel.
My head count for the Siblings/elders luncheon and the birthday reception are separate from the things going on at the dock or pavilion. Those wanting to attend will want to post on the family web site, specifically for attending the birthday reception. If you are a sibling/elder, you are already included.
Uncle Mahlon’s Story (part 2)
My earliest memory of my mother, Teresa, was how every child had a job. Marjorie was responsible for looking after me. Marjorie also made clothes such as dresses or shirts for Cleopha. My favorite memory to share about my mother is one time we were playing a game of hide and go seek after supper. Beatrice decided to stand on a five-gallon bucket in a dress, which hung all the way down to the floor to wash dishes. No one could find Beatrice, but Teresa was in on the joke the whole time standing outside in the cold. However, the real joke was on Beatrice because she ended up washing and drying all of the dishes!
My earliest memory of my father, Adolph was there is not much to tell about him. When father hollered at you, you got up and when he was tired, he would go to bed. This memory of his father led to another about how life was as a child…
Aunt Margie’s Retirement
Aunt Margie’s Story
It’s too bad she doesn’t have an iPad so she can read these things. Someone call Tom.