This morning I found a half dozen packets of photos in my room. When I started to go through them, I realized they were pictures I took 25 years ago when I flew to Minnesota for the last big Olson family reunion before the death of Dad's first sibling Wright. It was the last time all nine siblings were together, along with most of the kids and grandkids alive at that time.
Melanie and her husband couldn't go, but Sara & Becky flew out with their husbands for the weekend after Mom, Dad, Rick and I had flown to Minneapolis on Thursday for the week. We did a little sightseeing (Lumbertown USA anyone?) and a lot of visiting while we were there, with highlights being the Saturday night family dinner at the VFW hall in Deerwood, Sunday family worship at Serpent Park in Crosby, followed by lunch at the family farm--aka Pine Ridge Farm--which is now owned by Norman and Kris.
There were four generations represented:
1. Grandma Olson's sisters Edna & Mamie
2. All 9 Olson siblings
3. Many in my generation
4. Many of our kids
It's amazing how time flies. Next month will mark the 25th anniversary of that reunion. I haven't seen most of the family since that reunion. People are scattered all over the country--as they were then. Some have died--Grandmas's sisters, Dad and three of his siblings--while others in my generation and especially the next generation have had more kids. It is part of the cycle of life, but also a reminder that memories are fleeting, and family history can be lost before you know it.
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