My grandpa, my dad’s dad, is the youngest of 10 children. Those 10 Lee children over the years added spouses, children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren to the family — over 100 of which gathered for the reunion last Sunday.
Traditionally, each family brought fried chicken and a side and/or dessert to add to the potluck. This year, Grandpa provided the chicken, called it Colonel Snooky’s, and showed up in costume.
This beautiful lady has seen many, many years of Colonel Snooky’s gimmicks.
Grandpa was one of seven boys, every one of them a character, whose stories of growing up in rural Virginia have always fascinated me. Seeing some of them together at the family reunions growing up, I had a feeling they never really outgrew their senses of humor and childhood mischief. I think that’s apparent in the smirks shared between Grandpa and his brother Briscoe — both in their 80s, weakened physically by health issues, reliant upon help to get around, yet when they shake hands they can’t help but crack smiles and likely jokes.
I wasn’t close enough to hear their conversation, but I imagine at least one of them was called “old man” in jest.
Elders are always first in line for food. Grandpa and his sister Lucy wasted no time.
After lunch my parents worked hard to herd the entire crew into a group photo. Because I have a thing for group photos. It was by far the hardest picture I have ever taken. Not to mention having to run the entire length of a gym within the 10-second self timer.
Yes, I regret not moving the tables out of the way, but I had naively thought we’d be able to cram everyone into less of a wide shot.
My favorite group photo ever is this one of our family — my grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and cousins’ spouses and kids (missing only a few!).