I thought we had missed our opportunity to take in the pony races here in town. Thankfully, I was wrong. The pony races were the perfect start to our Maust Family Weekend on Friday night. Just like Grandpa would have done, we arrived early to get track side seats and ate pizza, watermelon, and popcorn off tailgates.
This tradition used to be referred to as the Maust Family Retreat. It was my grandparent's Christmas gift to all of us. But since my Grandpa became sick and passed away, the tradition is scaled down quite a bit. Nevertheless, the time spent with the family is wonderful.
Saturday began with a breakfast feast and some reminiscing. And it ended, like all good summer nights, with a campfire. In between, the day was packed to the gills with sunshine and activities. The ladies hit the flea market, and the guys shot skeet, went fishing, and caused trouble at the gravel pit.
Later we joined together for activities. This was my arena, and it was about the time that I misplaced my camera. I devised a scavenger hunt and games to keep everyone moving. Cheeto head was probably the biggest hit. Although, my dad's "hillbilly horseshoes," played with toilet seats in lieu of horseshoes, was a close second.
(pic taken by a cousin?)
Planning family activities is not as easy as I thought it might be! Thankfully, most family members, (including Grandma!) are good sports.
I so wish I could have been there! I feel so blessed to have a family that spends much time together. Its a wonderful support.
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