At the beginning of the summer my Uncle Bud (real name Anthony, but everyone calls him Bud or Buddy) and Aunt Ardis, along with my cousin Dorothy (Dorie) and her husband Keith, throw a big bash on their property in Gaylordsville, CT. Gaylordsville is about 35 minutes north of Danbury, just off Rte 7. This year the party was this past Saturday, July 1st, spilling over to Sunday if you stayed over (we did).
The property is big - not Kennedy or Bush-sized but still big - with a large yard between the two houses, a good-sized stream going around most of the compound, lots of woods, and another clearing at the "back", near the stream.
It's always well-attended by Faranda's and Bartow's (Keith's family), although not everyone gets there every year. I missed last year as I was in Sloan Kettering being treated for my "nephrotic syndrome" which ultimately led to my five months of chemotherapy for my lymphoma. My brother Paul was up from Texas last summer, and he was delighted to see everyone, which was good since he died a couple of months later, in early September.
Uncle Bud was my Dad's younger brother and only sibling. He and Aunt Ardis have five children; in order, Tim, Donna, Dorothy, Ken and Andy. My Uncle has always qualified as a genuine "character". He loves to tell the story of his getting a letter from my Dad during World War II, where my father writes (from either New Guinea or the Philippines, where he served in the Signal Corps) "I know you've joined the Navy, just stay away from those aircraft carriers." And of course Uncle Bud is sitting on his aircraft carrier as he reads the letter!
Tim has two daughters (Amy and Michelle) and a son (Matt), while Dorie has two sons (Nate and Brendan). So while Uncle Bud outpaced my Dad in the children department (five to four), the southern branch is ahead in granchildren (so far), seven to five.
The northern, Uncle Bud branch also has something else going for it - unlike the southern branch they actually have some real talent. They are very good musicians (as is Keith) and in fact there is a music shed and stage which Keith built in the clearing at the back, near the stream. Also, Uncle Bud and my cousin Donna are very accomplished artists. It's safe to say that, beyond being good talkers, the southern Faranda's are way behind the north in the talent department.
So there was lots of food, lots of beer, lots of music, and lots of catching up, going on Saturday.
Here's Uncle Bud, master of all he surveys!
My mother, Jeanne in the foreground, and Aunt Ardis doing her Sophia Lauren in sunglassses impression
My cousin Tim, who is a year younger than me, along with his namesake, my son Tim. My cousin is down about 25 lbs. right now, as he recovers from thyroid surgery, and waits for his tracheostomy to close.
Two more cousins, Dorothy (Dorie) and Ken
Here's my brother Jim with his two sons, Paul and Anthony. My brother Phil and his family were unable to get to the party this year.
The guy on right - cup in left hand, wearing a bandana - is Dorie's husband Keith, who seems to do all the work at these parties. One of his brother's is just to his right, along with other members of the Bartow clan. That's my son Joe looking on in the background and my nephew Tony is in the foreground with his back to me. The photographer's name is Christine.
Here's another picture of Joe, who is not too keen on being photographed -
And here is Tim. He's in the clearing in the back, watching the musicians jam - and eating!
Part of the stream that runs along the compound. taken from a bridge Keith built over the stream.
A whole bunch of people stay over for this party! Here's a partial view Sunday morning in the back clearing. There were a total of 15 tents. The wooden building is the music shed - you can't quite see the wooden stage in front of it.
Another angle in the back clearing Sunday morning.
All the tents were in the back clearing - except ours! As I told Dorie when we arrived, I really didn't want to listen to musicians jamming at 4 AM. So we were next to the front house, about 80 yards from the music. Could still hear it pretty clearly. The property is next to a golf driving range, and there aren't too many other houses nearby, but I presume they have to pay off the neighbors with beer, or tenderloin, or something. The music is looouud.
That's Brigid next to the tent (just to confirm that she was with us) as we break camp Sunday morning. The rain fly is off the tent, which is an LL Bean model and a snap to put up.
And last photo - a recent painting of the stream by Uncle Bud. He is having an exhibition at the New Milford Library, starting in a week. Of course a digital photo on a website doesn't do it justice!
I did miss out on getting pictures of my youngest cousin, Andy, or of my cousin Donna and her husband Jan. Will have to do better next year.
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