During my coming of age years, my idea of greats pretty much were defined in the sandy backyard of my Uncle Rog's cottage in Sauble Beach, Ontario.
That's where we played, the Neath clan, which celebrated a family reunion in that special space a year ago in August. Thinking today of cousins Gary and Lynn, in particular, for hosting us that day, including my mother, the youngest of the nine elder Neaths.
This month marks the birthday of my late aunt, the beloved Dell, an incomparable wit and champ leg-wrestler. Here was the space where daredevil badminton was played by my dad and Uncle Bob. There were horseshoes and barbecue burgs.
All because the elder children and their kids came to see the patriarch. My grandfather, Sam, whose picture is on this link on Facebook page, and on Twitter.
A year after the Neath reunion, I remember the greats of my coming of age. My aunts and uncles and my grampa.
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