|... what kind of chip is this? ....|
|... Piper Hicks and Graham arrive at the party...|
First it was a practise to see if Richard and Miranda really wanted a pig roast for their wedding dinner.
For a while there was an annual pig roast on the property.
|... Nolan Pilling heads for the bouncy castle ...|
Laynie offered to take over the party planning tradition this year, first designating the place as under the cherry trees.
The party was named Happy 50th Birthday, LaRue, for she was incorporated in 1964, birthed January 14th, Doral’s birthday though she was just a shell company belonging to Ruth and Lawrence George Kearl, Jr.
|... Kelvin, the oldest party goer ...|
The open invitation to family and friends was put up at Five Corners – a home made poster tacked to an old piece of plywood, decorated with helium ballons and propped up on a dolly.
“Follow us on twitter” it said.
|... Laynie, preparing bottles of bubbles...|
“Twenty-five of us are coming,” tweeted Paul Lund.
Janet made sure everyone had name tags, which seems a little strange, since it was a family party.
|... Zach photobombs Jeremy ...|
Way, way down.
LaRue could have accommodated even another dozen people or so.
|... Nolan, determined to move forward ...|
Pop was there, water, juice, Mr. Freeze sticks and ice-cream: Bubble Gum, Tiger-Tiger and a 2 ½ gallon tub of ice-cream of Black Forest.
Both the size of the tub and the flavour appealed to the adults.
|... Landon getting permission to get to the bouncy castle ...|
No counting how many times you could go through the line.
The only call out for food was … “The bubble gum flavour is going fast. Get in line if you don’t want to miss it.”
|... Zach by the woodshed ...|
The Robertson teen-agers helped put up the other two hammocks.
Together, the four hammocks created a square between the cabins.
|Teague wonders if the hammock will support his weight|
They were used as chairs, swings or as a place to throw yourself into with a good book. The sides will close in and to know who is in the hammock at that point requires a peek inside.
The games began. I pulled out the rope that Doral bought for me at Chesney’s Hardware when I asked him to find me a double Dutch rope that I could use with my own little family.
|... the hammock stands up to the test ...|
I never look at it that way.
I only see on it the patina of years of skipping doubIe Dutch on the rope.
We jumped to “I had a little teddy bear / his name was Tim” and then switched to that game where everyone runs through, then in and out of the rope with they jump, first one skip, then two, then three.
I couldn’t remember all of the skipping rhyme, “Spanish dancers turn around, round, round / Spanish dancers touch the ground, ground, ground / Spanish dancers to the splits, splits, splits ….”
|... Senya Bates under the cherry trees ...|
Janet was full of more games ideas than I.
She had a beautiful new multi-coloured parachute for a tag game.
|.... Audra, head wreath from Spittlefields ...|
The motor of the bouncy house was humming in another corner of the yard.
Some families ate on the fragile deck of Panabode 1.
Others sat in their Roots and Blues chairs, or had laid out towels on the ground.
|.... Robertson cousins arrive ...|
Kelvin sat in his walker.
“A great idea,” said Trina. “No plates – just a napkin to handle the bun and potato chips.” “No planning there. We are just cheap.”
“Years of planning and having big families,” she countered. “Intuitively you know – what is the use of having all of those paper plates laying around.”
When we were finished eating the games continues.
Either malt or hops comes in those bags. They are study”, someone explained.
For today the bags were doubling as gunny sack for the races.
It was the moms with young children who lined up first and hopped their way to the finish line.
Rita kept going and made it to the finish line, victorious on her hands and knees.
Every age group continued, some so young they needed help, either getting the whole bodies into the bags which now came up to their shoulders, or by receving the kind of help that meant they were nestled inside the bag with their dads carrying them along.
Some low level injuries were sustained.
A slight fear crossed over my heart that there would be the need to call an ambulance.
Duck, Duck Goose – could there be a family party without everyone having their turn to be the goose?
Others ran and then squeezed in anywhere in the circle and sat down fast enough to make themselves the winner.
Who cares if they made it back to the spot they left from?
|Nathan getting into the "gunny sack"|
That is what the game is all about.
Music from the 60’s was playing in the background.
After all, this was a party about being born in about the sixties.
|... getting the hot dogs fixed just right ...|
Janet had bags of party favours. Everyone under five got a whistle.
|Chelsea, Alicia, Dave Wood|
Red-Rover, Red-Rover – hard not to say the words and not feel a wave of nostalgia for the number of times I can remember seeing that game played in that space.
|... Aiden getting ketchup off of his fingers ...|
The three year olds were playing; the 83 year old was playing.
Alex hadn’t played this game before and wanted to know the rules of the game.
|... Rex rests in the hammock ...|
The party set up in the morning was done by a mystery committee.
I don’t know who was on it. By the time I got over there with 2 utility tables and a couple of table clothes, there was already a brand new tent up in the middle of the lawn, with garbage cans there, and a pop-can recycling area.
|Norah and Adam|
|... Zoe flashes a smile ...|
People took home what they had brought and soon the area was clean.
There was no paper or plastic left on the ground.The litter patrol at work.
The katabatic evening wind was sweeping down from Larch Mountain.
|... the hot dog line-up ...|
Charise brought over a flashlight in case Wyona needed it for her journey home.
If we had stayed later, Wyona wouldn’t have needed the flashlight.
|Lexi Robertson ... without her motor bike|
Happy 50th Birthday, LaRue.
I don’t know who it was that made the party a success.
My guess is that the help came from the moms and dads who have hopes that their children will be around to celebrate LaRue’s 75th.