Photos from the 2009 reunion have been posted here on the website. (see links to photos from every year, in the sidebar). They were taken by Ann, Jaree, and Patrick.
If you have any pictures you'd like to contribute, or if you'd like a larger version of a photo to print, please get in touch.
Gary recently sent out the information for the 2009 reunion. I am too lazy to retype the whole thing right now, but you can see a copy of the flyer here, with all the details.
Basic info:
Location: Concho Bass Club in San Angelo, TX
Dates: June 11 - 15, 2009
Overall Schedule:
Thurs and Fri - Informal visitations
Fri night - setup club and group dinner
Saturday - Official festivities
Sunday - Cleanup and informal visitations
For further details, check out the flyer, or call Gary. His cell phone number can be found in the address book.
As always, please try to bring some type of food to share with everyone. We’ll be supplying drinks, paper goods, and sandwich makings for lunch on Saturday and Sunday, and meat for Saturday’s dinner.
So that everyone has time to socialize and no one’s day is monopolized with work, please be prepared to help out. People will be needed to set up the hall, organize the meals, cook the meat, and clean up.
We do need to cover our costs for the weekend, and the most reliable fundraiser has been the raffle. Please consider bringing something meaningful, something funny, something special, and most of all, something that will make people buy tickets! We’re not looking for a LOT of stuff; we’re looking for GOOD stuff... so that the raffle can be fairly quick and enjoyable.
Bring your family. Bring food. Bring a camera. Bring games. Bring yourself... have fun... relax... and enjoy spending time with your family.
Questions? Concerns? Ideas? Other stuff? Call me at 240-643-5718 or email me at info@shiteatinggrin.net.
I remember playing “Sheep Beard Down” with all the neighborhood kids: Manuel Abalos, David, Dennis, Michael Wolfe, Debbie, Eddie, Buddy Caulder, sometimes Jane Kay and Eddie Hood. Daddy Would sit on the porch and drink beer and make sure we didn’t argue with each other. We would play till it was too dark to see anything.
– Ruth
I remember spending many nights in the cellar. Daddy would stand on the porch and tell you what the clouds and weather might be going to do; then he would rush us off to the neighbors cellar. (He sometimes would wake us in the dead of night and say “Lets Go!”)
– Ruth
Doodle Bug, Doodle Bug – How does that song go??
– Ruth
I remember helping Daddy in the garden. I didn’t seem to mind pulling weeds or pickin’ beans. My love of gardening must have come from then.
– Ruth
I remember picking green onions straight out of the garden (don’t even remember washing them — just biting the end off and spitting it out) eating the whole thing like it was a piece of candy.
– Ruth
I remember Hunting Horned Toads (for Mrs. Sockwell? – fifth grade teacher – she was shipping them to Saudi Arabia to kill ants there). We got a nickel a piece for the. Would hunt and hunt. They seemed to be everywhere back then. I haven’t seen one in years. When we had enough money, we would go swimming at the city pool for 25 cents each person. We did the same thing with Coke Bottle – a nickel a piece!
– Ruth
Hours and Hours of playing cars in the dirt. We made towns and streets out of everything we could find. Best playing I ever done!
– Ruth
