Wandering with relatives is relatively easy.  You have the same roots, the same legacy and oft a closely tied shared history.

Such was the case for our time on Thursday.  For 8 hours we played horseshoes, crazy ball and bowling.  We ate sausage from a recipe concocted by our grandparents.  We listened and sang of prairie life. 

And as I walked away, I reflected on this Baker reunion.  There were two couples who had the last name of Baker.  The rest were diverse – from Somerville, to Opseth; from Dies to Stonehouse.  If we were to count by name only, four out of 60 participants would pass as a Baker.

So, as the old saying goes – “Watch what you say about someone,  they may be your relative!”