Unofficial because . . .
- We had no rules. (.i.e. Men cannot attend—although men do not want to come.)
- We could not have 100% attendance because of some health issues.
- No one was in charge--really--believe it or not.
- We had no meal plan, when or where to eat--which is always disconcerting for a Gisel.
- There was no Box. It's a long story maybe sometime for another post.
- No Welcoming Reception
- No Closing Ceremony
- No one brought hostess gifts for anyone . . . except some gifts, I think, for the birthday girls, of course.
Ten of the girl cousins were teachers. I say were because all teachers except for the baby girl of the family are now retired.
Pretty much, all teachers are creative—it is required and goes with the profession. School teachers are also accustomed to having their own way and find retirement is even more empowering. Last year, our retired school teacher cousins demanded “No more creative traditions.”
Thus this year we went totally cold turkey and then next year after an official retiring of The Box all of the official gatherings will officially become unofficial.
It’s all good though. Unofficially, we talked and walked and laughed and got caught up on what was happening.
We learned and we were encouraged and challenged.
We posed for photos. We ate well.
We could not have planned for the concert at the Governor's Mansion. The Troubadours, an acapella singing group, were excellent.