The Party . . .

If you ever appear on a cake, chances are pretty good you did something awesome . . . or were having a birthday.  In this case it was the former for the grandson.  He was graduating from Noblesville, Indiana high school in the top ten percent of his class.  The locale for his graduation par-tay was just a mile or so from the family residence of some 10 years – yet the “Minnesota” setting was a place of first impression for grandma and  grandpa.

[We did not know there was a nearby lake (reservoir).]

[So I was amazed to drive into this setting.]

[The place was loverly – though under the auspices of an HOA.]

[ . . . it came with a view.]

[It was a 3-guy party – possibly hoping they would attract more girls that way?]

[Tom’s granny Fran appears to be on a mission.]

[Meanwhile, boats start to appear on the lake – a 90+ degree day will do that.]

[Decorate, supervisor, decorate!!]

[Moms at work!]

[The centerpieces are done!]

[Now I want to go to the pool!]

[Decorating proceeds apace.]

[ . . . but off-limits to the party.]

[Jami supervises decorating . . . yes, I was now subject to the whims of TWO SUPERVISORS!!  😉 ]

[Some thought these numbers reflected the graduation date of the honorees.  Others know it relfects the year the members of the class of ’65 turned 65!]

[The gift box – it worked REALLY well!  🙂 ]

[I will take partial credit for table decorating.]

[OK, kids were a big help.]

[The SUPERVISORS no doubt plotting a project for me!]

[The food bar.]

[Grandson and grandma take a break from the action to pose.]

[The balloons arrive.]

[Grandma, mom, and grandma supervising the balloons.  Tom’s slideshow on the big screen.]

[Tom at bat above and engineering the system below.]

[Tom as we remember him through his tweens and early teens.  Next, he’ll be designing the things!  🙂 ]

[Dad shooting the boys’ gift tables.]

[It’s mine, all mine!]

[Grandpa Ed is instructing the young man in the foreground about the game of golf.  He’s shooting in the low 40’s for 9 already.]

[The supervisor was delighted to see her son Rob.]

[Reservoir action was picking up.  In fact it got quite choppy out there – and would have been a violation of wake rules on beautiful Lake Darling!  😉 ]

[There was a photo booth – so of course I had to take a picture of the booth taking a picture of us.]

[Proud mom!!]

[Jami’s announcement of “eat up” draws a round of applause.]

[And Jami was worried that the guys hadn’t invited any girls.]

[Meanwhile, back on the lake . . .]

[The supervisor, Grandpa Ed, and Danny monitor the goings-on.]

[Uncle Rob and an assortment of Tom’s grandparents.]


[Tucking in her kids.]

[Under-the-curtain shot of Rob and Jami.]

[Mother and son share “a moment.”]

[And Jami was worried that the guys hadn’t invited any girls, Part II.]

[The supervisor visits with Tom’s physics teacher.  He appreciated Tom so much he considered him to be his TA!  🙂  ]

[Great aunt Rita and honorary great aunt Cindy arrive from Nashville, Indiana.]

[The Biddies note the community play in which Tom had a starring role.]

[The supervisor with her boys – grandson Tom and son Rob.  She calls them the “Eyelashes Twins.”]

[At least Tom won’t have to change school colors – both Noblesville and Purdue are black and gold.]

[Lifeguard dodging the incoming wakes.]


[Wrapping up.]


About tomobert63

The Journey Begins Thanks for joining me! This is the follow-up to the original, “,” which overwhelmed the system’s ability to handle it any more. Thus, this is “Part 2.” As the original was initially described: 10-26-07-4 “It all began in a 5,000 watt radio station in Fresno, California” . . . wait a minute, that was Ted Baxter on the Mary Tyler Moore Show! Let’s see . . . oh yeah, it all began in 2003 when retirees, i.e., old people, in Alexandria, Minnesota, who had no desire to become snow birds, went looking for mid-winter entertainment here in the frozen tundra of West Central Minnesota. We discovered girls’ high school hockey, fell in love immediately, and it remains our favorite spectator sport to this day. Initially, and for several years, reports on these games were e-mailed to those who were actually snowbirds but wanted to keep abreast of things “back home.” It was ultimately decided a blog would be more efficient, and it evolved into a personal diary of many things that attracts tens of readers on occasion. It remains a source of personal mental therapy and has yet to elicit any lawsuits. ~ The Editor, May 9, 2014 p.s. The photo border around the blog is the Cardinal girls’ hockey team after just beating Breck for the state championship in 2008. It’s of the all-tournament team. The visible Breck player on the left is Milica McMillen, then an 8th-grader – she is now an All-American for the Gophers. The Roseau player in the stocking cap I believe is Mary Loken, who went on to play for UND; and the Cardinal player on the right, No. 3, is Abby Williams, the player we blame most for making us girls’ hockey fans who went on to play for Bemidji State. *********************************************************************************** Photos contained herein are available for personal use. All you have to do is double click on any of the photos and they will become full screen size. You can then save them into your personal “My Pictures” file. They make lovely parting or hostess gifts, or holiday gifts for such as Uncle Ernie who wants to see how his grand niece is doing on the hockey team. If any are sold for personal profit, however, to, for example, the Audubon Society, National Geographic, Sven’s Home Workshop Monthly, Curling By The Numbers, or the World Wrestling Federation, I only request that you make a donation to the charitable organization of your choice. You have two hours and fifteen minutes. Pencils ready? Begin! **********************************************************************************
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