Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Week at Grandma's







As the tradition goes, it is customary for as much as the Wiley family to stay at Mom's/Grandma's/Great Grandma's house for a week after Pat's reunion party. This year's week was full of... beading. And occasional swimming. All right, so we did some other things, but the beading definitely took up a large portion of the ladies' time. (Pete and Dan didn't participate much). We found a new bead store in Rochester that everyone enjoyed, and also a lovely pastry shop nearby. We swam at Tootie's pool twice, involving in permanent goggle marks, chronic itchy chlorinated eyes, and lovely Speedo tans. This year's attendee list: Amy, Jan, (we're hoping for some more Californians next year, hint, hint), the female Landrys (no John), the Youngs minus Andrew, the Manning/Wiley family, and Katie. Mary Lynn, Grandma and Dan also happened to be there... they really had no choice, though... neither did Deb, Bob and Chris (Tim was doing something exciting but I forget what. It involved a farmer's tan). Several people had not finished Harry Potter, which resulted in much stress among the already-finished, along with a few very relieving conversations about the plot and characters and ending and such. The woman took their annual shopping trip to The Eleventh Hour and Craft Company no. 6. (I have a picture of it for the men this time, applause please). Also in Rochester we saw a McDonalds BUS... and we thought L.A. was strange...
The picture of the back of Pete and Linda's van indicates the white paint stuff they wrote on it with. Lots of fun messages, all over the windows. I can't remember all of them but I remember a few: "Cayuga fun in the sun", "Go Pat and Joe", something about "we love you grandma", and a couple others...
I know this last picture was taken at the Smith residence, but I decided that a majority of the Wiley family is related to the Smiths (everyone under Barb and Richard). So... this is their doormat. Thanks to Richard's thoughtfullness. (Gee Grandpa, I'm kind of in need of a doormat...)

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey, what's so weird about LA? Okay, it's pretty weird, but I'm allowed to say that because I live here. You're only allowed to say it if you come visit so I can show you just how weird it is.

Cheers,
Z

Jan said...

Hey Jazzy

Thanks for the great pictures and review of our week. After my 21 hour marathon traveling to get back to Santa Barbara, it was so fun to find your comical words and great pictures. Thanks for keeping us all on the same page! I'm with Zeb tho. What's so weird about LA?

Love, Jan

jasmine landry said...

All right, all right, so LA's a completely normal, quiet town full of people in ironed suits and neatly combed brown hair. Like I'm going to believe that. But if you insist, I'll come to visit anyway. :p

Amy said...

Jazz- You don't believe in the ironed-suited, brown-haired people? Well, I guess you'll just have to come see for yourself!! I had a great time back east. Thanks for recording it all!!-Amy

Anonymous said...

Yup...you're right...I had no choice! Actually, it was great having all of you here - chaotic, but great. I do have to admit that it is nice to have my own bed back. Thanks, Jazz, for putting all this together. Certainly is quieter here - one could even say boring! Looking forward to your next visit. By the way...Tracey Grammer is going to be at the Turtle Hill Folk Festival in Honeoye Falls (nearby) 9/9-11. Anyone up for going? M'Lynn

M'Lynn said...

hmmm...don't want to be anonymous...let's see if I managed to make an "identity"

jasmine landry said...

erm, hello, but some of us actually have school. i.e. learning. deal with it. no tracy grammer (and spell her name right, for cheese's sake.)