The last of 49

That's right, 49 grandchildren on my mom's side and I'm the tail end. Something that I've grown up with that most people think is silly is that we always wear name tags to our family get togethers. Thank goodness! I still don't know all my cousins by name, let alone their spouses and children. Even though I don't know all their names immediately, I know their faces and stories and whenever we get together there is a very special spirit. It's familiar, inviting and kind and I love getting together with the Hinckley cousins. This past weekend there was a cousin get together just for the aunts and uncles and cousins, sans kids. I was glad we were able to go. I'm also glad Richie is such a good sport. This is the second time he's met most of these people and so probably doesn't understand why I get teary eyed when we are all together and probably tires quickly of having to repeat the same intro over and over again.
Richie's folks were kind enough to watch the kids for us and let us stay with them. I swear I packed my camera, but couldn't find it once we got there, so all of these pictures are courtesy of my mom. We got to visit the grave site of my Grandma and Grandpa Hinckley and my great grandparents. We also visited the grave site of Ralph Johnson, the family farm hand who was more like a family member than an employee. We enjoyed a nice dinner at a park and caught up with as many cousins as possible. Such good times.