I want to go back to the old days when we had family reunions. In the old days, we met at least one time a year at our grandparents home. During WWII we met in Little Rock but later we took the gravel road to Dermott, Arkansas, a sleepy farm town in Mississippi County. All the aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents would gather around an informal two day ritual. First we would "walk the property" a trait that surely goes back across the sea when land was a premium. Then there were games of rook, checkers, baseball and "pecan thrashing". The adults were all independent and bent on accomplishing things, education, jobs, military service, whatever; while they were modest, there was this competitive spirit that seemed to always come through. The centerpiece of the weekend was always a long table filled with food and around which the happenings were always discussed. Family was important, and we always ended up with church on Sunday, one half to the Methodist and one half to the Presbyterian. Wish we had these days back. Guess who I am in the picture on the left.