Got back yesterday from a family reunion in California. My parents, siblings, siblings-in-law, nieces and nephews were all there for at least part of the time. It was the first time we had all been together since my niece Kate was born earlier this year.
It was great to have a chance to spend time together.
The main reason for the reunion was to celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of my father’s immigration to America. (It wasn’t on the exact date, but after 50 years what’s a couple of weeks difference?) Fifty years ago, my dad, along with his mother and sister, boarded an old cargo ship in Argentina and spent several weeks traveling to reach the United States.
Congratulations on 50 years in America, Dad!