I have always LOVED summer. No idea why. Maybe I was a sun worshiper in a past life.
Our family has apparently evolved over the years. I had a man from Vermont describe one of my grandfathers ( he didn't know I was related) as the meanest man he ever met. He was on the Keith side. On the other side of the family, there is a story about my great-great-grandfather that tells us that that side was not so sweet either. Apparently, that man read the Bible to his children and grandchildren every night. One especially cold night as they sat by the pot-bellied stove, the cat would not stop crying. He didn't miss a beat. He picked up the cat, threw it into the fire,and kept reading. It gives religion a whole new meaning. He was on the Hardy side of the family.
On the Hendry side, apparently one male was born who was nuts. Everyone feared him. He had accosted many, and the family felt it was only time until he killed someone. They held a family meeting and decided to hang him. As they were the town funeral directors, burial was simple.
As I said, I hope the stories told about us in this day and age by our grandchildren and great-grand-children will be of happy, loving people. I try to remember that when things don't go exactly as planned. If life gets too chaotic at the house, I just pick up my needlepoint. Amazing how that relaxes me. After a few stitches, I can deal with anything.
So - stitch away this summer! I will keep in mind how very blessed and lucky I am to have a family that wants to spend time with us.