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!”