On our way to Oklahoma, we stopped for lunch at Braum's Ice Cream / tiny grocery store. Jason has childhood memories of their milkshakes, and he got to relive those days with a vanilla shake. It lived up to his expectations -- how often does that happen?
Also, we saw a whole family of people with weird haircuts. Here is a shot of the dad (with a wicked Prince Valiant!) and one of the sons. I so wish we could have captured the whole family, but we felt shy about taking pictures of them.
So, we made it to Keystone Lake State Park in Oklahoma, beating the convoy by at least 2 beers (one hour). Apparently, Papa Motes had a coin go unaccepted at a toll booth and had to go back and put in another one. Still, an HOUR?
Now there are no more pictures, because none of us took any. There were about 50 people at the reunion, but probably 10 were just little guys. There was a two-month old, Wyatt, and kids ranging up to 13 from the 3rd generation. The 2nd generation started at 17 and went up into the early 40s. The first generation were 10 siblings, now just 8 living, but one doesn't go to reunions because of a feud over their parents' house (and who knows what other issues).
We drank many, many cans of beer, and some of us stayed up until 3:00 am, working hard to do so. On Saturday, we got to ride in two boats (a speed boat and a pontoon) and go to a beach to swim and hang out. One member of Generation 1 promptly soaked her cigarettes in the lake water. There was a beach ball that miraculously survived the breeze and tide of the lake. We had a great day at the lake! Some people rode on a tube pulled by the speed boat, and some were brave enough to try a new acquisition, The Air Chair. No one had too much success that day. They were too far out for me to see it, and I wished I had binoculars.
Sunday, we had a ceremony for a recently departed family member, the annual gift exchange, ate heartily, and Jason and I headed for Dallas to visit Sparky and her family.
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