Memorial Day Weekend. A weekend set aside, complete with a day off for the toiling drone, to honor, commemorate, share, remember, recall ... And to re-create anew.
This weekend our family of four shared memories past and created new memories with a gathering of old friends at a cabin on a farm in Decorah, Iowa and a series of schoolroom suites in Preston, Minnesota.
The Institution, born on the plains of South Dakota, is (was) a collection of young men with varied interests including theater, debate, running, band, choir, soccer and role playing games. Perhaps the only thing they were unanimously dedicated to was each other.
After high school, the Institution scattered to matriculate, serve, work, marry and procreate. Four years ago, most of them gathered with their families in Preston, MN for a reunion. We didn't make it. Two years ago, they gathered in Iowa City for a men-only reunion. Joel was there. This year, after much wheeling and dealing at work and (perhaps not enough) scrimping and saving at home, we made it to Preston for the second grand reunion.
Along the way we camped:
Saw the old college:
Visited where it all began for us:
And followed the edict of that old scout song:
Make new friends, and keep the old
One is silver and the other's gold.