About this time twenty three years, ago my Aunt Sadie and one of her sisters decided to have a little spontaneous picnic. It was a great day. Since Aunt Sadie was my neighbor growing up, she yelled to us to get ready. Dad was working in Detroit at the time so mom and I quickly prepared for an afternoon at the lake. This is one of my very favorite pictures. My grandfather didn't come, but grandma sent some goodies for the picnic. I wish he'd have come. He would've had a blast because the rest of us did. This is my dad's family. In the above picture, Aunt Sadie, Aunt Marie, Aunt Juanita, and Aunt Estel. They are my grandfather's sisters. And what a hoot they were. I miss them greatly.
It's beyond me where or even if I took pictures of the menfolk. But there is Uncle Ralph. Aunt Sadie's husband. Only at that time he was a boyfriend. They married one year later in December after I went away to college. 
He was fun in a grouchy kinda way. He's in most of my good memories growing up. You had to take him with a grain of salt. Ralph's middle name was onery. He couldn't pronounce my name, so he usually called me "that girl" or "Liza".
I wish I could find more pictures from this day. We visited, we laughed, we walked the lake, we laughed, we ate, we laughed...I think of that day every single time I walk the dam.
Always remember, the best things in life aren't planned...


