The Bell Family Reunion

The first Sunday in June has forever and always been when the annual Bell Family Reunion is held.  My mom was a Bell, and her nearest and dearest kin have always gathered on this Sunday to eat, laugh, and enjoy each other's company.  As all Southerners can attest to, we look for any excuse to get together and eat.

And as I always do, I ate way too much good food.  Everything was scrumptious...chicken 'n pastry, ham biscuits, squash casserole, deviled eggs, sweet potato casserole... and a myriad of desserts.  It was a food lover's heaven.

It was also a little sad to look around and notice all of the people who are no longer around.  When you are growing up, you take it for granted that things will stay the same.  As we get older, we realize that this is not true.  Older generations die out and new generations are born, making family reunions both a little sad and happy.

My great aunt Ruth was there and is now probably the oldest member of the family.  She is every bit of four feet and ten inches tall and can still touch her toes without bending her knees she pointed out as she demonstrated for everyone.  Mr. Charles, a cousin, is still wearing his fishing hat which he uses to collect money after the meal so that there will be funds to pay for the rental facility fee for another year.  And according to everyone at the reunion, I am obviously a Bell, because I "have that Bell look."

A typical Southern family reunion, full of family, food, and the passing on of tradition.

XOXO The Tipsy Bee

The food table

Family talking

Mr. Milford and Aunt Ruth, the oldest two members of the family

More food

Family deep in conversation

One of the many hugs at the reunion

The long line at the food table

A beautiful plate!