.... a bunch!
So, at the Hennesy family reunions, we need nametags. But not just
nametags, numbertags! Some genius in our family (and we are ALL in that
category) came up with a system for identification that designates each
relative with a number. My Dad, being
the eldest child of Esther and Willard Hennesy’s eight offspring was…“1” His eldest child, my brother Steve, is
1.1. And so on… I am 1.7. – seventh and
most handsome son of the Dean the “first.” Carson, my grandson, is 1.7.2.2, being
my second born’s second born – each more handsome than the previous.
Last weekend the Hennesy family reunion was held, as always, at my
sisters ‘chicken farm’ near Ames, Iowa. We usually gather only once every three
years, but after my Dad Dean’s death in 2010, some OTHER genius decided it
needs to be more often. I’m not sure why. All remaning six of the “orginal eight” were there (see
pic: gathered at the table).
Twenty of the next digits were there. (see pic: lined up in color coded
family shirts, yet another brilliant idea)-- those are me, my brothers and
sister and our cousins. I think there were originally 35 of us.
The fourth-digit generation (those born in the 21st century) was there because we BROUGHT THEM. We took them off their parents hands for a weekend and enticed them with swimming pools and with farm chickens (that’s another story).
And perhaps if we keep dragging them along with us, even long after the
years when chickens and pools are tempting forms of entertainment, they will
then have the desire and motivation to be together. To keep telling their
cousins stories. To stay connected. We may not have much in common, other than a name (with ONE " S" and that is a whole OTHER story), but that might be just enough.
We shall
see.
Good thoughts.
ReplyDeleteAs people began showing up on Saturday, I was really glad that you did bring the "fourth digits," not only because they are pretty cute running around in their not-so-little T-shirts, or because they bring a sense of future to a gathering which (rightly) focuses so strongly on the past, but also because it was a good opportunity. They got to play with their second cousins. As you said, it's a good chance for them to form connections. It also allowed me to enjoy something I don't get to do very often—"snake hunting" with four-year-olds. And I imagine their parents got to enjoy something they probably don't get very often—a little time away from the kids. So it worked out all around.