Uncle Steve and Ginny drove down together, his sons, cousin Mick and cousin Will, came down with Great Gramalene, Mick doing the driving. Aunty Sharon drove down from her fruit farm near Wapato with Cousin Cori and cousin Brandon. Sharon’s oldest, Cousin Philip also came down with his two kids, Tyler and Kelsey. Uncle Bob and Aunt Becky drove all the way over from Walla Walla, the land of winter wheat, bringing their four kids Chloe, Paul, Spencer and little Mary Bella. Grandma Sandy and Grandpa Bob drove down from Canada and picked up Aunt Mandy and her son Benjamin in Bellingham. Aunt Teri and Uncle Teddy drove all the way up from Arizona with their two kids Meagan and David and what topped it off was that Grandpa’s good friend Wally Wacker and his wife Geri came over from Eugene midweek and spent a day with everyone on the beach.
Just because it is the first week of August is no guarantee that the weather on the Oregon coast will be warm and sunny. Without notice the fog and drizzle that hangs just off shore can come rolling in and in a matter of minutes you are chilled to the bone. We were fortunate indeed as the weather was so perfect that even Grandma Sandy’s spirits were revived, in spite of a broken leg. Such a perfect week meant that whatever we did had fun written all over it. And of course the first few days had to be beach stuff, everything from wading in the surf and not getting soaked by that extra big wave that you didn’t see coming, to the making of sand castles and the flying of kites.
Someone decided that we should completely bury Meagan and Chloe, except for their heads, so that’s what we did. What’s cooler then to see what looked like two talking heads just lying there on the beach, waiting for someone to take home and add to their mantle?
One afternoon we went for a hike through the woods to a head of land with the sea on every side. The trail was very rocky and uneven and in some places except for the salal and the odd tree, there wasn’t much between you and the rocks below. If you should catch your foot or lose your balance it was just about clear sailing and a swim in the ocean below. We had been walking for sometime when we realized that Teri was not with us. After waiting for a few minutes we saw her running frantically to catch up. When she finally caught up with us we asked her why the blood on her face and she told us her story of survival.
Not realizing her interest in birds we had left her to her own amusement and it was at this point that she started running to catch up. In her haste she caught her toe on a stone, which sent her sailing for a loop. She was fortunate indeed to catch hold of some salal to keep from rolling down the bank and into the sea. Trooper that she was, she got up and just kept running until she finally caught up with the rest of us.
What better place to celebrate a birthday then at the beach and as luck would have it Great Gramalene was having her eightieth birthday on our first Saturday at the beach. That Saturday everyone had a great time, as there was plenty of cake, lots of punch, with more than enough balloons and presents. You only get to celebrate your eightieth birthday once in a lifetime so we made it one that Great Gramalene would not forget.
Well what do you do when you want a change of pace from doing beach stuff? You go golfing; visit an aquarium, or air museum or even a cheese factory if one is near by. And the evenings were no less entertaining as each evening the kids put on an adlib talent show, which everybody thoroughly enjoyed.
The week ended all to soon and everyone wished that they could have stayed even longer. But that’s a good thing as we now have something to look forward to in the years to come.
Just because it is the first week of August is no guarantee that the weather on the Oregon coast will be warm and sunny. Without notice the fog and drizzle that hangs just off shore can come rolling in and in a matter of minutes you are chilled to the bone. We were fortunate indeed as the weather was so perfect that even Grandma Sandy’s spirits were revived, in spite of a broken leg. Such a perfect week meant that whatever we did had fun written all over it. And of course the first few days had to be beach stuff, everything from wading in the surf and not getting soaked by that extra big wave that you didn’t see coming, to the making of sand castles and the flying of kites.
Someone decided that we should completely bury Meagan and Chloe, except for their heads, so that’s what we did. What’s cooler then to see what looked like two talking heads just lying there on the beach, waiting for someone to take home and add to their mantle?
One afternoon we went for a hike through the woods to a head of land with the sea on every side. The trail was very rocky and uneven and in some places except for the salal and the odd tree, there wasn’t much between you and the rocks below. If you should catch your foot or lose your balance it was just about clear sailing and a swim in the ocean below. We had been walking for sometime when we realized that Teri was not with us. After waiting for a few minutes we saw her running frantically to catch up. When she finally caught up with us we asked her why the blood on her face and she told us her story of survival.
Not realizing her interest in birds we had left her to her own amusement and it was at this point that she started running to catch up. In her haste she caught her toe on a stone, which sent her sailing for a loop. She was fortunate indeed to catch hold of some salal to keep from rolling down the bank and into the sea. Trooper that she was, she got up and just kept running until she finally caught up with the rest of us.
What better place to celebrate a birthday then at the beach and as luck would have it Great Gramalene was having her eightieth birthday on our first Saturday at the beach. That Saturday everyone had a great time, as there was plenty of cake, lots of punch, with more than enough balloons and presents. You only get to celebrate your eightieth birthday once in a lifetime so we made it one that Great Gramalene would not forget.
Well what do you do when you want a change of pace from doing beach stuff? You go golfing; visit an aquarium, or air museum or even a cheese factory if one is near by. And the evenings were no less entertaining as each evening the kids put on an adlib talent show, which everybody thoroughly enjoyed.
The week ended all to soon and everyone wished that they could have stayed even longer. But that’s a good thing as we now have something to look forward to in the years to come.
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