The dinner last weekend was held at the cabin at Harstene Island. We have mixed feelings about the place. In some ways, it's charming, right on the water, not a bad place at all. A lot of work has gone into it. However it doesn't really speak to us and it's such a long drive away. Plus it really belongs to the other branch of the family though we could still use it if we wanted.
But we did have a dinner with 20 people, potluck but hosted by Eliza and Jim. And close to 20 people to feed in that front room. Tables were found; somebody got the idea of moving the big bench running along the outside of the deck outside. So, the manly thing is to move the bench, to carry it to figure out how to shoehorn it into the main room. So the manly guys did it, it worked fine. I wondered who built that bench.
This group of six (out of seven) surviving siblings revere their parents almost to the extreme. Their father, Herbert, built the cabin, mostly himself. Even during the birthday celebration, I did not get much of an idea of what kind of man he was. There was an attempt for the siblings to tell stories but there weren't very many. Nothing to remember? Nobody wanted to say? Not a group of storytellers?
An interesting aspect of that group picture of 17 adults that I posted a few days ago. As far as I know, there are only 3 married couples in that picture, all of the other adults are single at this time.
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