I’m just back from spending the last 4 days camping with the Johnson clan. The reunion began last Friday when Johnson’s from all over the map arrived at a beautiful camp site on Green Lake (just outside of 100 Mile House, BC). Green Lake was chosen because it is fairly close to where the first Johnson’s homesteaded and close to where many still live today. It’s really a gorgeous spot with crystal green water, incredible sunsets and breath-taking starry nights.
The hot days kept most of us close to the refreshing clean lake or under any form of shade we could find while we caught up with our reli’s. Many old photos were passed around. Some photos invoked great spurts of laughter while others were received with a quiet remembering of times long past.
It’s very comforting to be surrounded by those who share the same blood line. There is just something special about looking around the crowd and recognizing the same nose on more than one face.
I’m a Johnson by marriage so I don’t actually share the same genes but I have been a part of the family long enough to feel the bond. I love hearing old stories about how the family came to be as far back as anyone can remember. There were stories of lust and adultery, heart breaking loss, enduring love, hardships, joys…even murder. As the stories were told everyone learned something about their heritage that they had not known before and it made them feel more whole somehow.
For the younger clan members there were games like licorice eating contests, three legged races, sack races and a scavenger hunt. For some it was the first time they had met but I doubt they will forget the fun they had together. And that’s what it’s all about I think. Making new memories together, adding new photos to the pages of albums that will be shared years from now at another family gathering. It’s keeping the history of those that came before us alive by adding to and sharing the stories of our own lives.