Cousin Campout

IMG_9475My wonderful mother-in-law organizes big campouts for all the Drummond cousins, and this year’s campout took place over the weekend. This is a precious time, because Marlboro Man’s first and second cousins (mostly women-folk) come from far and wide and bring their children, who get to commune with their extended cousins and keep the family connection going.

When Marlboro Man was growing up, they had regular cousin reunions, often at the home where Marlboro Man and I live now. The many generations of cousins would attend, and they’d cook out, visit, catch up, and swim in the pool that has long since been filled in with dirt, once my mother-in-law realized that pools in the country are a fool’s errand.

As the kids ran around and played and I sat around the campfire with Marlboro Man’s cousins Saturday night, I felt so grateful for my mother-in-law. If not for her dedication and planning, my husband’s generation of extended cousins might never get a chance to gather together in one place like this in such a laid back, casual setting. And it’s so important to continue that connection, not just for Marlboro Man and his cousins, but for all of our children. They all share a common thread—the original Fred Drummond, who emigrated from Scotland—and because so many of them grew up in the world of ranching, there’s such an unspoken understanding among all of them. Since I grew up on a golf course (ha), I don’t have much to contribute, so I mostly just sit, listen, and revel in it all. I tend to tear up as I listen to the stories—some old, some new, some hilarious, some serious—because I’m positive that the original Fred would be so happy if he could witness the love and memories around that campfire.

I’m not quite sure what he would think if he saw the boys toilet papering the girls’ tent at 3:30 in the morning…but hopefully, he would understand.

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