March 3, 1963
Sun 20’s to 32 periods of sunshine. Wayne took the girls and me to Church. Howards and Lorain, Cliffords and Evelyn, Glen, Patsy, Mary Ann and Gerald here for dinner. Charles, Bonnie, Earl, Lillian, LaVerne, Roberta, Beth and Bob Resene? were here in afternoon. They all left early but LaVernes and Earls.
Comment: Howard and Lorraine Hubbard Vaughn, Clifford and Evelyn Hubbard Taylor, Earl and Lillian Hubbard, three of Dad's siblings and husbands and wife; I think Bonnie is Bonnie Taylor but not sure, and Beth may be Beth Blakesley Spoor, Rudy and Winifred Hubbard Blakesley's daughter. Big Sunday dinner and lots of visitors in the afternoon. We had a lot of folks who stopped by just about any time. In addition, during deer season and holidays pretty much all the family dropped in at one time or another. And usually, just before we all sat down to eat, Frances would say something like " Here it is, I hope it's fit to eat". Here are a couple of verses from my Hubbard Hill Memories that reflect on family stopping in and my mother preparing meals:
Thanksgiving came with hunting season and lot’s of family found a reason to come “up home” to join in meals and song.
We gather around that old piano, Dad sang bass Mom sang soprano, uncles, aunts and cousins sang along.
And the old time Christian hymns would soar and chime
With harmonies so sweet and so sublime.
Then all the men would go hunt deer while all the ladies helped to clear the table for the meal at supper time.
In the fall we’d often kill a pig and hang it from a tripod rig and gut it out to take inside to treat.
When mom would cook the tenderloin with home made pancakes we’d all join in dining on a meal called “ fit to eat”.
And the rhythm of the family filled our veins,
And the autumn breezes hummed in soft refrain.
Then we laid on the grassy lawn to look at stars until we’d yawn then go to sleep and start it all again.
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