Our families both did a lot of picnics. The one above was at Jims folks place in Red Mills, NY and below, my parents house in Goldens Bridge. Sprawling yard parties where everyone brought food and drink to share; family, friends and neighbors. Birthdays, national holidays any excuse to get together.
People were always taking pictures of us, like they still couldn't believe we were together. Going through the pictures, I'm struck by how we were so often just within reach; not clinging but not more than a reach and whisper apart.