The 55th celebration is behind us but I still marvel about the folks who helped. On the Monday, we had our last meal with the caterers and we ate fajitas. It was a festive, joyful meal, eaten with friends and family that had enjoyed each other for the past four days. The young folks left the table to play games. Suzanne asked if there was anything needing to be done because soon, she would take the four girls home to San Antonio. I answered that before tomorrow morning, we must stack the chairs and table, ready for the tent people to pick them up. She went and asked the girls to help.
Immediately, all the young folks came and took down and stacked the tables and chairs. All the Buckley cousins and the Dickie cousins and the nieces and the nephews worked, while I sat on a chair and marveled at their efficiency. Within fifteen minutes, it was done, thanks to the group efforts.
Rita, Wanda and Darlene swept out and emptied every trailer. It was a huge help. I was fully expecting to finish the cleaning after folks had left but one by one, the three ladies took over and did the job, quickly and efficiently.
Every morning, Mal made the first pot of coffee. Soon, Rita and Marion brought out the rest of the breakfast and made more coffee and kept the food coming. Every morning, Gary filled the water tank of every trailer, a not insignificant time commitment.
Ken and I were grateful for all the helpers who made the 55th the success that it was. Hats off to all.
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