It didn’t take long to know that this trip from Syracuse to Estes Park, Colorado, for my dear wife Karen’s family reunion was a success.
All it took was one look at my beloved’s face. And the face of her sister Jana when we walked up to the place she and her family were staying. And the face of her brother Steve when she and he hugged again. And their sister Lynne when she got in later and we pulled into her hotel lot and hopped out of the car.
Brother Scott will be the last to arrive, later today, Saturday. I’m expecting to witness more Miner joy on the face of my wife, who has not seen these siblings who live so far away from us in too many years.
The first night we all ate together at a pizza joint — no, not nearly as good as New York pizza, voiced my wonderful daughter Elisabeth, terrific boyfriend George Three and I — and then walked across the street to an open-air tavern-type spot to meet and greet some more.
There was a lot of getting-to-know-you going on for a couple of hours.
My hopes are for the cousins, the next generation down, from Alaska and Arkansas and the great Northwest and Syracuse too, to get to know each other well.
Friday, a third generation arrived when Steve and Joan’s Flynne and her husband Jordan arrived with baby Lanie.
Have you met relatives you didn’t know years later, and if so, how did it go?