A Picnic in Devils Lake

I feel like if I don’t sit down immediately to document an event, I tend to move onwards and upwards quickly. As I look at these pictures of our picnic in Devils Lake I can’t help but wish I would have written down things that aren’t obvious in the pictures.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now that we’re back in the saddle again, so to speak, and doing things like swimming lessons and story time, it makes our trip to North Dakota seem all the more surreal and far away. I have no doubt that Maggie has wondered where all her peeps went and I certainly miss everyone too. I think next time we check into a hotel, Maggie is going to go knocking on a bunch of different doors to see if she can find all her family members that were our “neighbors” these past two weeks.

It was great to see Phil and Izak both with Maggie, Phil taking her into his arms to explore and point to her heart’s content.  Both my brothers are so tender with her in very different ways, Izak still a bit unsure about handling a munchkin. Either way, they both love on her and that’s what matters most.

Anyhow, nearly 65 Elvrums met up at a park to eat potato salad, play horse shoes and try to make connections to where on the Elvrum Family Tree we’re connected. All of my grandfather’s siblings were there and I believe all of his first cousins. I joked to Barry on the phone that if he listened carefully he might have been able to hear us all. We’re just not a quiet group of people.

It was super sweet to see my grandparents be reunited with some of the people that they grew up with, telling stories and smiling from ear to ear. It made me wonder what I’ll be doing in another 50 years and what stories will carry my friends, family and me into old age. Will the stories get better with age? More detailed?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who really knows. Maybe some of our North Dakota shenanigans will be talked about. Glendive, anyone? All I can say is that the day in the park, eating pounds of potato salad, was simply marvelous, mostly because we weren’t driving and my grandparents were extremely happy. By the time Maggie and I went back to our hotel room we looked like we’d rolled in the sandy part of the volleyball court and we took a shared bath, scrubbing away all the dirt and grime.

Later, when we all were sharing what our favorite moments from the trip were, my grandpa said that what enjoyed most was sitting around after the picnic with his brothers and cousins telling old stories. I wish I would have gotten a picture of it, but just hearing about it will have to do.

Generational Shifts

My grandparents got married 60 years ago and they became newlyweds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They had a couple kids and they became parents.

Then their kids got married and had a some of their own kids, so they became grandparents.

Elvrum side of the family, missing Barry and Genevieve

And a month after 60 years of marriage, they became great grandparents!


This Little Chicken….

We’re on the road again and this little chicken has been nothing short of perfect on this trip, making friends along the way.

Her language is rapidly developing and the list of words and sounds that she makes has increased ten-fold. Animal noises are her speciality and she has been the life of the party at each and every event, the lone member of her generation.

Some of my dad’s cousins have young kids and she wants to get right in and play with them, mimicking their every move. She has discovered the goodness of mud puddles, mashed potatoes, donuts, graham crackers, popsicles, flowers, swimming pools, and whatever else the mid west has offered her little soul.

The one thing that I forget about Maggie sometimes is that she is a people person through and through. At a fancy anniversary celebration with more than 50 family members, she was more than happy to clap, point and cheese-ball smile for anybody and everybody. This has made dining out easy because she loves to stare down anybody that interests her.

I can’t express how much she amazes me and how much love I’ve got for her. Her curly, curly hair and her huge eyes invite people to dote upon her.

As our car rambles back towards home, one of her favorite things to do is to look at the photos of her papa and Sydney, kissing the pages and make barking sounds.

I’m a bit fearful that by the time we arrive on the doorsteps of HBHQ, Barry might not recognize us because Maggie has absorbed so much new information.