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This picture shows each of the cousins from oldest on the left (me!) to the youngest. From left to right, me, Bruce, Pam, the space in the middle is in memory of our cousin, Paul, who died in 1961 at the age of 9, Kenny, Debbie, and Richard.
Some of us arrived in town on Thursday afternoon. On Friday morning, we drove over to the property where we hold the reunion each year, only to be stunned by this huge hole where the road had washed out. We had no choice but to carry our gear the next 100 yards or so to where we set up. We arranged to have several wheel barrows on Saturday to carry the gear. . . made the task a LOT easier!
This shows the narrow walkway we had to get around the hole.
Here I am with one of my favorite toys. Did I mention I love target shooting?
Oh, my gosh. A lot of memories here. These are the "Morgans from Pensacola!" From left to right, Ashley (Bruce's daughter), then next, cousins Debbie, Richard, and Bruce. On the end is Lindsey, Bruce's daughter. When Bruce, Debbie, Richard and I were growing up in Pensacola, "way back in the day", it was hard to imagine that we would one day be old enough to have adult children.
The "Jacksonville-Area Contingent." From left to right, Kenny, his wife, Bobbie, Aunt Ileen, Pam, and our adopted cousin, Sandy. Can you believe it? Pam is 60+ and look at her! She could pass for 30 any day of the week.
How did I end up without a picture of Rita and Kip? Rita is our second cousin and Kip is her husband. They are, what is known in Alabama as, "a house divided." Rita is an Alabama Crimson Tide fan, you know, the one that won the National Championship in football this year, and Kip owes allegiance to that other school, I think it's called Auburn.
Yes, it was really a great time. Thanks, cousins, for being there.