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My younger sister planned for several years to get together for a family reunion but it never came off. She was too yioung to remember what had passed for reunions when we were young.
Other than the occasional wedding or funeral any family reunion came about in the form of a "Camp Meeting" that was held for one week in the summer by members of my father's family who lived about 50 miles from our home in Atlanta. We never went for the entire week but would sometimes make a day trip on Sunday.
My mother would pack a picnic lunch of fried chicken and other dishes and we would head out. Daddy was excited to see his aunts and uncles along with various cousins. Sometimes his mother would come up with another of his brothers or sisters. I suppose it was prearranged how we would meet up as each family seemed to have it's own little cottage on the camp ground.
Sometimes the revival meeting would still be going on when we got there, but usually we missed that. We were not happy if it was still going on and we had to join in. It was held in a tent and since it was the last day it was crowded and very hot. Mother was not good in the heat and neither was I.
The last time I remember going I must have been about 13, which would have made my little sister 4. She was little and cute and everybody talked about her dimples. I was as that age when I would rather be any place on earth as long as it was not with my parents. We ended up in the cottage of one of Daddy's aunts that I never remembered meeting before. We shared our dinner with them and then two girls showed up a couple of years older than I was.
I was not expecting to find some contemporaries in that place. We immediately started to talk about our favorite movie stars that we read about in the magazines, the movies we had seen and the songs we liked. I was actually pleased when it was decided that before going home we would go to their house where Daddy's uncle was staying who had been too ill to attend the meeting.
I had a picture in my mind of what the houses looked like for these "country people" and I have to admit that I was a bit snobbish in my thinking. When we reached the house it was a very nice place with a front porch with several rockers and rose bushes in the yard. The girls asked if my sister (age 10) and I would like to see their room. It looked very similar to the one we shared at home. There were dolls on the bed and stuffed animals in the chair. School books were on the desk. We looked at the latest movie magazines and listened to records.
Then I asked about the bathroom and was shown the little house in the back yard. I had never used such a thing and had no idea what to say. I tried to be "cool" about the whole thing, and hoped they didn't see my embarrassment. I had never seen an outhouse before.