I also thought that why I was on here, I would take the time to tell my Family how much I love them and appreciate all that they have done for me! I know we have our trials and struggles, but Being a family is what has got us through those hard times. Without our hardships we would not be the family that we are today. And for the blessing of family, even the blessings of trials, I am truly grateful!
If I remember correctly... They have a Burton Family Reunion in Idaho in about June- ish?? Last year it was at Lagoon; Which was odd... But usually it's in Swan Valley. I think that we all need to get there this year! Mainly because we all haven't seen each other in a good 10 or more years! But also because of the simple fact that Dad and Jared are the only ones still with the last name Burton! I guess our Burton men are just good at producing women ;) So lets all save our money and make this happen! Hope everyone has a great day! :)
Lizzie has been really good about posting pictures, so I'll give you guys this one. It was taken at Aunt Mary's in California about 1943. It's my three generation picture with Dad and Gandpa Burton. Hope you enjoy...
Our niece Kiera (Carol's brother's daughter) and her husband Marc have just adopted little Noah. They have three kids of their own but wanted more, and so here he is. The whole Ferguson family is excited and happy, and I just wanted to share the news with my side of the family.
I'd love to have a Burton Family Reunion! Let's try to put it together!!!
Love to you all,
Bill, Carol and our gang
Hey Burton Clan:
Bill has setup a wonderful place to share and there are only a couple of us (more than 4) blogging!!! We are all busy but that is no excuse. Come on now and share, share, share! I want to know if there are any Burton Family reunions in the near future? If not let's create one...
Love,
Lizee
I was reading Lizzee's post about being 61 and I couldn't help but think about the fact that I'm 5 years older than my "little" sister. Thinking back about when she was born, I remember that we were living in Vallejo, California, in some old Navy quarters. Because I was 5, I didn't pay a lot of attention to the new arrival, I was too busy with my own really cool things, mostly going to kindergarten and learning to read. My teacher realized that I was ready, and let me stay in from recess (I didn't like it much anyway) and practice my reading. We had moved down from Boise, Idaho and it was so much nicer in California; almost no SNOW! You could play outside most of the year, and I remember that I did. I wasn't really aware that there were babies in the family until Edward came along two years later. We had moved onto the base at Hamilton Field and with two younger siblings, they were more obvious; especially when Ed started to try to walk and used Betsy's (that's what we called her then) doll buggy as a crutch. Betsy didn't like it, and would push him down. He'd wail, Mom would come running, and there would be commotion for a little while. I was taking accordion lessons and trying to practice and it all just added to the noise level.
So don't feel bad, Liz... it isn't too tough. I'm a lot closer to 70 than you are, and I don't HAVE any grandkids to spoil. Dang it. Well, I can hope.
