Summer

My fondest memories of summer were of driving from Cache Valley to St. George to visit my Grandma Mary and my Aunt Jean, and Uncle Lewis and their families. I remember the feeling of stepping out of the car and being enveloped by warmth that went all the way through you. Then I remember playing "No bears are out tonight", "colored eggs", and hide and seek with my cousins while the adults would all sit in the living room laughing and talking. Our family always went to the Riding reunion and I could feel my Mom's (Maxine) excitement of coming home. She would tell of the boney horses they used to play with and of her sister and brother climbing up the red hill and making a fire and cooking breakfast. She would tell stories of her very much loved Aunts and Uncles.

I don't think my summer is ever complete without driving again to St. George and seeing family. I think that is why I love the Riding reunion so much. I feel a part of a big family that loves me and my kids start to love the tradition and begin to understand what a wonderful family we have as descendants of the Riding family.