the whole family's around
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2012.07.28
Everyone's here, my brother, mother, and father. That's something that rarely happens.
But then, there are so few of us even in the extended family* that things like weddings happen only once in a blue moon. Actually, I suppose mine was the previous one, back in aught six.
Ken-my-brother bought some toys for Kenny, including a "slip 'n' slide", which we deployed after he'd gone. Kenny and four of the neighbourhood girls played in the thing for an hour or more on the landlord's water tab.
*At one point during yesterday's church ceremony, my brother remarked, "That's the most Werneburgs that have been in a church together in a long time."