Jun 8

This weekend, at Spring Mill State Park in Mitchell, Indiana, was the annual Crowder Clan family reunion and campout.  Scott and I drove down for the day and got to visit with various family members, meet new members, be shocked at how much some of the children have grown, and just plain relax and have fun.


Let me introduce you to the oldest member of the clan, my paternal grandmother.  Granny will be 100 years old in September, and she still lives by herself, although there is usually someone there a couple of times a day to check up on her and keep her company.  Her mind is still very sharp, and she knows everyone.  She is the queen bee of the hive, that’s for sure.

This year, they had pirate-y things for the kids to do.


I think my little cousin, Libby, wins the prize for best display of jewelry.  Goodness, she looks like her mom, whom I held the night she first came home from the hospital as a newborn.  I was 16 at that time, and here I am playing dress-up with her daughter.  Where has the time gone?!? Libby’s Mom is one of my dad’s brother’s daughters.


One of the games set up for the kids was to “walk the plank” with blue “water” and alligators ready to get those who fall off.  This little guy is Will, and he is the son of the younger sister of the mom of the kid in the previous picture.  Did you get that straight?  There will be quiz at the end.  By the way, Will is walking the plank backwards.


There is never a dull moment in our family, and you never know what is going to happen next.  My niece, Kristina, bit off a little more than she could chew when she tried to do something to Josh and he caught her.  I love it how Kristina is hollering and Josh’s young daughter in the wagon is oblivious to it all.  The little girl in the pink is the sister to the young man walking the plank above.  Remember, the quiz?


Some of the kids brought scooters and one of my dad’s brother’s, O.D., had to try one out.  It was pretty funny, especially later coming down the hill a bit faster than he had wanted.


While I was sitting there, I finished knitting that pair of socks I showed earlier this week.  They came very close to being exact matches, but I think I got off just a wee bit on the toe decreases (it was hard to concentrate on the decreases with all of the activity going on around me), so one toe tip has a bit more white than the other, but they are close enough.


Mama Sharon admired them, so I gave them to her.  As you can tell, she was just tickled pink.  Sharon is my brother’s late wife’s mom – Lori’s mom.  Our reunions always include extended family members, so Sharon and Leroy were Crowders by proxy for the day.


What’s that we hear?  Someone is tuning up the fiddle?


And away they go!  My family is very musical and bluegrass and old gospel flows through all our veins.  That’s my dad playing the banjo, and he and the others played song after song for a couple of hours.  I took some videos of them playing and I’ll get them uploaded to YouTube in the next day or so and post them so you can hear them play, too.  It was wonderful and brought back so many memories of my childhood.  Music was a part of every get together.


We sure know how to fill a campground.  And I noticed campers from campsites nearby sitting outside their campers and tents listening to the music, too.

After the music ended and I had gotten a ride in my brother’s new pick-up truck, Scott and I decided that we would have to leave soon, and we still wanted to see the Pioneer Village.  So, out came the T-shirts and we all gathered together for the clan pictures.


Mama Sharon had my camera.  That me on the far left, crouching down slightly because I thought there was someone standing behind me and I didn’t want to block their view.  Not everyone is here as some of them had scattered to the pool or to the village or one of the caves to explore.  The rest of them will get their pictures taken tomorrow and their picture will get added to this one.


Sharon also took this one of my portion of the clan.  That’s Kayla, my brother Clinton, Kristina, Dad, Kurtis, me and Scott.  BTW, tiny Kristina and long-drink-of-water Kurtis are twins.  She got the spunk and he got the height.  The only one missing is Kim, but she had an educational opportunity that she really couldn’t turn down.  She was missed very much, though.  Of course, Mom and Lori were missed very much, too.  It seemed really odd their not being there.

After pictures were taken, Scott and I headed to the village.  Before we got into the village proper, we passed a couple with a street organ.  This was made by hand in Germany for them about 8 years ago.  I got to play it, too, and the videos from it will be uploaded to YouTube with the rest.


The organ was beautiful!!!  I enjoyed talking with the couple and asking questions.  The history of them and this organ was very interesting.

The first house Scott and I stopped at was…


…the Sheek house.


The Sheek house houses this loom.  This loom and this house once belong to ancestors of my former college roommate, and when my friend, Sandy (different Sandy that my Dyed in the Wool partners Sandy) found that out, I took her down to see it.  To know that the house and the loom that once belonged to part of her family are still in existence and use made her very happy.


Tools of the weaver’s trade.


Of course, the mill is the focus of the pioneer village.  This mill is still operational and grinds corn meal, flour and works a saw mill.


When the wheel is turning, it creaks and groans and the sound of the water splashing through it is all music to me.  I remember as a child standing and just watching that wheel go round and round as it turned the gears that were connected to it.


And speaking of gears.  When these are engaged, they run the saw in the sawmill.


This sawmill.  And, yes, it still works.


At one corner of the mill was this cool, old tree.  I had to take a picture of it because it was just too interesting to look at. And it was all leafed out!


I love old stone, mossy walls.  Unfortunately, this one had a bit of a poison ivy problem. 🙁


The scent of the nearby honeysuckle was heady, indeed.  I smelled it before I saw it.  Goodness, that perfume is one I could wear every day.

aquaduct & stream

The aqueduct and the stream that feeds it has always held fascination for me.  When I was in elementary school, I replicated this scene in miniature for a science project.  Mom helped me, and I was so proud of it and how it worked.


And look who we ran into while we were there.  Nut cases, every one of them.  🙂

I took lots more pictures, but you will have to wait until Monday to see them because they are all “B” pictures.

Okay, quiz time: How is the little boy walking the plank related to me?