The Knight Family Pie Fest...Rides Again!

Years ago, I can't remember exactly how many, my cousin sent out an invite: Come over the weekend before Thanksgiving and bring a pie.

What a fantastic idea!

The Knight Family Pie Fest was born.

We've tried to make the pie fest every year, but I know we've missed a few. Tonight the 2019 version took place and we just got back.

I'm pie-ed out!

I love my cousins--growing up we spent a lot of time with my mom's two brothers's families, especially after my father passed away. It helped that both my uncles had kids around the same age as us. We spent so many summers with them, and we'd even sometimes be together for Christmas.

Then, life happens and you grow up and you grow apart. It's too bad, but it's also impossible for things to stay the same. I don't get to see my cousins near enough--the Pie Fest is a great way to hang out, if only for a short time.

We hung out, we pigged out, we caught up. My cousins are having kids that are having kids of their own. We'd need a huge space if all of us were to get together with my cousins and their kids (and their kids's kids...), and that's just on my mother's side.

Yes, it was a genius idea my cousin had years ago. I'm so glad she did, and that we could go. Happy Thanksgiving, family. You're the best!

The Knight Family

The Knight Family

I happened upon a box and in that box I found an envelope full of negatives. The negatives were of a size inconsistent with the feature on my scanner that allows for a negative to be scanned and reversed so a proper picture is produced. I did my best to pick out a few.

These are my grandparents, my mom's father and mother. The man was the only grandparent I ever knew. My father's parents died before he even met my mother.

This is the view of the Tetons from the Idaho side (the best side to see the peaks...) as seen from my mother's childhood home, the 100 Year Old House as mentioned here. In the entire Teton valley there's not a better view of the mountains than from the front door of my grandfather's house.

These are pictures of my mother, some I've never seen before. In one she's wearing heels, and in the other, she's holding a dog...these are things she rarely did, at least, that I can remember.

In the group of negatives, I also found a picture of my mom and her siblings, her older brothers Dean and Arlin. It's a great picture.

And I also found a newspaper article about a LDS conference in West Germany and my Uncle Arlin was photographed as attending. He's the third from the right.

These pictures look old, but I knew and know these people. There's not old to me, but then again, maybe what that really means is that I'm getting old... It was fun finding these pictures and bringing them to life.