Benjamin and Zelumah, We Thank You

I don't know where I lost my Sleepy Wrap, but it may have been here at the Johnson family reunion.  Sorry for the lament, but that's the first thing I thought of when I loaded these pictures.  Moving on, 

Debbie and Aidan!

Debbie and Aidan some more!

Growly Bear on a ladder!

So many picnic tables covered with genealogies!  This was impressive, even though I-- Abigail nee JOHNSON-- and the bounty of children with whom I live weren't listed among my parent's children/grandchildren.  I have now concluded that, for all practical purposes, we do not exist. 

In this picture, Mildred proves she's an 80-year old masquerading as my daughter.

I include this picture because it so perfectly captures Luci's scrunch-faced delight when her name was drawn out a hat to win the cool, little camp chair on which she sits.