I neglected to take any pictures of the potato salad affair. Donna and her two girlies, Laura and Amy, joined me and my Sweet Mama, my two beloved sisters, and my Oldest and Middle Daughter and we made five gallons of potato salad in about an hour and a half.
Jonathan and Danielle have the newest Yoder of all:
(Though very temporarily — there are at least three babies due almost any time).
That Crabbing Picture was not just for fun. The crew got three bushel.
Rob steamed them for us and they got to the school around seven — after most of us had supper!
These things were very popular, as the following pictures will bear out.
And then there was some time for visiting and seeing the familiar faces.
Here, two David Yoders have serious conversation.
What I wouldn’t give tonight to see my Daddy’s smile.
Where ever you are tonight, Daddy dear, I love you. And though it probably doesn’t make a hill of Delaware Lima Beans bit of difference to you, the planning, the work and the joy I feel at being able to be a part of this happy time has its impetus in that love that will not let me go — that shines ahead and behind me and makes me want to be strong. I know you would love these days, and I see your face in the lined faces and smiley eyes of your brothers and sisters. But even with all this closeness, you seem very far away . . .
Can you know that in a very real way, this weekend is for you . . . from me?