Again, looking at my journal from thirty years ago.
I remarked in it that it was the fifth year I'd been keeping the journal, so today marks the 35th year of it. Sure brings back the memories. I'm sure Vicki remembers me writing in it on that fast train in London.
Julie and Tommy gave me a ride from Carolina Beach to Goldsboro.
"Up early for the Prince Reunion in Goldsboro. Got there at 11 AM after a two hour drive. This is the first-ever reunion of the descendants of David Mabury Prince and was held at one of the picnic enclosures across the street from Mama Gert and Daddy Graham's house in Herman Park.
Unfortunately, this particular branch of the Prince family will die out because William, the only remaining son since D.M. Prince, Jr, died trying to save the small boy from a flood in 1919, does not have any children. With the exception of David, all the other children: Anna Mae, Julia and Gertrude, are still living.
Wilber's catered the affair and we had more than enough to eat. Afterwards, each of the Prince children got up an introduced their families. We had between 60 and 70 people there; the kids being hard to count because they kept running around.
Group shots were taken of all by their respective grandparent. They decided to have another one next year either at Carolina Beach or Sleepy Creek.
We left at 4 and drove back to Carolina Beach via Paul's Place even though no one was very hungry. When we got back, Julie and I definitely felt we had to run and got in three miles before darkness. Sat on the porch and enjoyed the sea breeze."
We were staying at Aunt Annie Mae's cottage across from the Sema cottage, where Mama Gert and Daddy Graham had their cottage before Hurricane Hazel.
Way Back When. --RoadDog
1 comment:
Interesting. Your blog convinces me I coulda, shoulda kept a journal long ago.... Oh well.
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