When You Only Have 100+ Years To Live

This past weekend my parents and I drove from St Charles, MO to Kansas City, KS for my Great Great Aunt Beverly’s 100th birthday festivities. When we arrived on Friday afternoon, we went to the hotel to unwind a bit and then we met up with my grandma (Dad’s mom) and my great Uncle Pogo (Grandma’s brother) and his significant other, Phyllis. We then drove to the first of three parties.

Friday night dinner was at my dad’s cousin Linda’s house and that’s where we met a bunch of family members I didn’t even know we had. I was the only 20 something-year-old (everyone else was either under 12 or over 30) but I enjoyed the company of the adults and the interesting stories from their childhoods.

Saturday during the day we (Mom, Dad, Mimi, Pogo, Phyllis, and I) grabbed brunch at Panera and then went back over to Linda’s for some more storytelling and photo admiring.

Saturday evening was the BIG party. We all got dressed up and went to this lovely country club to celebrate Beverly’s 100th (she refuses to believe she’s 100, so if asked, she replies she’s 98.)

Sunday was brunch and more chatting with the newly acquainted family members. After about four hours of reminiscing, it was time for Mom, Dad, and I to make the 3-hour car ride back home.

I had a great time celebrating Beverly this weekend as well as meeting my long-distance relatives. I love family reunions and hope there are more to come in the future.

Have you found any relatives you didn’t know about before?

Toujours,
Tara