The Waterson Easter egg hunt once again came upon us. Only thing is the only Hays family in the state was us so we felt a need to represent our family. It was a bright sunny day with white snow capped Oquirrh Mountains and a mild chilly wind sweeping from the west.
Many of the day’s events were the same as years past. Aunt Debbie and aunt Cindy was trying hard to organize the little children into groups of older and younger children. Little ones with Easter buckets searching for candy, they walk past what seems like hundreds, as parents cheering them on. “Go to your right, no that’s your left.
(Debbie, Kelly, Joe and Calli) 
Food, don’t forget the food. Their must have been about eight different salads and four or five different desserts and all of us bellying up to the table and wanting to know the recipes. Then their was aunts, uncles and cousins trying to catch up what has been going on in the past year, finding out which states uncle Corry has worked in. Then there were children, children and more children. As usual I must not have known more than twenty of them. One person who knew them all was Grandma Watterson. She was busy making her way around seeing that no one was left out and that all was having a good time.
There were some new things as well. Sean Tuttle is supporting a new beard. He looks good with it. It must be a Tuttle thing. The biggest thing is grandma’s new neighbors. The large field behind her house is now a big subdivision. I cannot believe the back yard where we played run sheepy run, smear the queer and softball is now next door to the latest development project.
Everybody says hi and wishes you all well.
Many of the day’s events were the same as years past. Aunt Debbie and aunt Cindy was trying hard to organize the little children into groups of older and younger children. Little ones with Easter buckets searching for candy, they walk past what seems like hundreds, as parents cheering them on. “Go to your right, no that’s your left.
(Debbie, Kelly, Joe and Calli) 
Food, don’t forget the food. Their must have been about eight different salads and four or five different desserts and all of us bellying up to the table and wanting to know the recipes. Then their was aunts, uncles and cousins trying to catch up what has been going on in the past year, finding out which states uncle Corry has worked in. Then there were children, children and more children. As usual I must not have known more than twenty of them. One person who knew them all was Grandma Watterson. She was busy making her way around seeing that no one was left out and that all was having a good time.
There were some new things as well. Sean Tuttle is supporting a new beard. He looks good with it. It must be a Tuttle thing. The biggest thing is grandma’s new neighbors. The large field behind her house is now a big subdivision. I cannot believe the back yard where we played run sheepy run, smear the queer and softball is now next door to the latest development project.
Everybody says hi and wishes you all well.
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It doesn't even look like her back yard. It almost makes me cry. I remember many a football game there. Oh, and who could forget the BBQ's.
I'm glad you were able to go, it has been years since we were able to go as a family to one of those get togethers. I think Michael was 2.
The kids are getting so big.
Love,
Monika
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