It’s late so I’ll do a re-run of an old photoooo. This is me and seven of my Fin grandparents’ 11 grandchildren assembling behind the Old Cabin garage for a 4th of July parade up and down the Cabin Road. The original plan was for us to parade on the beach but that particular 4th of July was too cold and windy to be on the beach much, although I would bet cold hard cash that some of us cuzzints went swimming *anyway*.

I am the kid freezing in the hula outfit. I think The Commander tried to talk me out of that costume. It’s too cold… What about this other costume… yada yada… I was not to be deterred. My MacMu grandparents had picked up my lei and grass skirt in Hawaii on their trip around the world. That costume was one of my prized possessions and I yearned to be a beautiful hula dancer.

So, this is eight of us 11 cousins. Missing are the Beautiful Jan, who was probably busy with other things, npJane, who was not yet born, and my little brother Jim… Now, Jim had a wondrous costume — a paper bag car. Unfortunately, The Commander had somehow screwed up the tail lights. The costume was a no-go and he was too unhappy to participate in the parade or the picture.

After a couple years’ of missing it, we were able to attend the annual Piedy 4th of July party/potluck over at Dashie’s. It was another scorcher of a day and we drove lasagne over there in the Motor Bote. The Motor Bote runs just fine now that the GG has figgered out that small engines don’t run very well on gas with ethanol in it. Who knew? And he used to work at the EPA…

Okay, gooooood niiiiight. Our two beach urchins are here with us and walking the beach. All but one of the second cousins are next door and we are expecting Pengo and cBear tomorrow. And now I am being called down to the beach. Seeya in the next episode.

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