We had a call last week from our friends in New York City, wanting to come down for a short visit.  They had a special relationship with Daddy, and, in fact, had come down on impulse to see him and Mama in December, not knowing that the very next day would be Daddy’s Homegoing Day.  Over the years, we’ve enjoyed many happy times together, and it was another delightful time.

Here are Daniel and June Pollard and their boys: Asim (He is 6’6″) Isaiah and Joziah

Eldest Daughter and Daniel Pollard have always enjoyed a great deal of verbal sparring.  And they can both dish it out.  This was one of those definative moments.

We had thought to have a little cookout on Monday afternoon.  Mama was coming and Chris and Jess, of course. 

Mama, June, and Joziah

But as the day wore on, we added some more people on the spur of the moment, and it was a nice time.  There were hamburgers and hotdogs and various and sundry things that people produced on the spur of the moment.

 Abby and Amy and June and Deborah                           Donna and Laura and Dale and Isaiah 

 Mama made her famous chocolate sheet cake, and we needed ice cream to go with that, so we churned two freezers full.  It was way too much, but leftover ice cream is good. 

Joziah takes a turn at cranking the ice cream, and Raph, who missed getting any ice cream at the REACH cookout said that he was going to help turn the ice cream so he would be sure to get some this time.  Joel had the enviable job of holding down the freezer.

“Is that ice cream ever going to be done?  How hard is the crank turning?  Maybe the first tub is done. . .”

Yippee!!!  It is done!  Certain Man dips it out, and the tasting begins

Gentle Giant Asim gets some ice cream and little brother Joziah wonders when his turn will be.

A good-natured basket ball game followed the ice cream, and it was Daniel P. and Youngest Daughter against Isaiah and Amy.  It wasn’t really too fair.  Daniel and Youngest Daughter pretty much won.

All too soon, it was time for them to leave.   Not as early as hoped, but still in a fairly reasonable time.  And now the laundry waits and there is lots to catch up on, but we have memories of time shared, games played, prayers offered, comfort given, and it was a good, good time.

God Bless You, Dear Friends!