Laissez les Bon Temps Roulez: The Pearces Party!

Daddy used to say that where-ever two or more Pearces are gathered together, there is chaos, but we managed a marvelous Pearce get-together with no chaos at all.  Well, perhaps a tad, behind the scenes.

Let me start with an abbreviated scorecard of those you’ll see in the pictures below.  Daddy was number 5 of 7 siblings.  The oldest was my Aunt Anne; number 3 was Aunt Katherine.  Anne had four children, with Peggy the oldest and Carrie #2.  Peggy has one son, William married to Pam.  Carrie had three children, Betsy the oldest.  Katherine had two children, with Mike the younger; he’s married to Sheila.  Daddy and Momma have two wonderful daughters…Susie married to Harry and you know who.

The grand excuse for our get-together was the visit of Betsy Howard Elizabeth Liz Forbes, a resident of Albuquerque for the past 30ish years, on her annual Fall Family Friends Foliage Tour of the East.

 Growing up, she was Betsy, and always will be to those of us on the east coast.  Out in Albuquerque, she's Liz or Elizabeth.  I can't blame her for returning to her birth name, rather than stay with her nickname.

Peggy, Betsy's aunt, my cousin, and Daddy's niece is as sweet as she appears in this photo.  Cousin John even wondered if she was switched at birth, since we're more noted for acerbity than for sweetness and light.

William, Peggy's son, also has the sweet gene.  I am eternally grateful for his being by our side after Daddy died, including chauffeuring us to the funeral home to make arrangements and then to pick up Daddy's ashes.   His greatest gift to us was identifying Daddy's body at the funeral home.

And Pam, wife to Bill, whom we call William, just as Betsy will always be Betsy to us.  Pam is enjoying a glass of Blair White from Mountain Rose Vineyards. 

Mike, son of Katherine, who's moved down to the Wateree and captained us on a very pleasant cruise on his pontoon boat.  And Mike answered my somewhat frantic email to help us clean out Daddy's side of the garage a few months ago.  

Sheila, wife of Ted, whom we call Mike (Are you noticing a trend here??) and who makes delicious grilled tuna fish sandwiches.  Sheila looks a tad stern, but she's a cream puff on the inside ~:).

My sibling, Susie outside the family; Mary Sue within, except to me to whom she's usually Sib.

Susie's husband Harry, skipping the grape, and going directly for the fermented grain mash.

And now for more  Pearce partying.

Mother told me on pain of dire consequences not to ever put her picture on the blog, but I sneaked this one in.

Bye Bye ~:)