![]() Edward Rugg, became the bride of Willard A. Will make home in Kalkaska where groom is teller in bankīefore a beautiful background of ferns, and white tapers which decorated the parlor, Maxine Elinor Rugg, daughter of Mr. I didn’t see much of Grandpa Willy at the party, but I felt the respect everyone had for this man who had such an impact on our lives. I understood all of these people were connected to me because of him. I was related to almost everyone around me, and many faces were unfamiliar. This was one of the first times I realized I was a part of something much larger than myself. People came from all over the country, from places like Kansas, California, South Carolina and New York, all to get together and celebrate one man. This was the first time I met much of my extended family. After my turn, I tasted the salt, packed with the ice cream to keep it cold, on my hands. Everyone wanted to have a hand in churning our own vanilla dessert with an old hand-crank ice cream maker. Children sneaked by and put their hands in the marshmallow salad, and after lunch, a thick line formed across the lawn. A long table was in the middle of the great lawn with bowls and bowls covered in tin foil. ![]() Generations of Ryckmans running through the grass and teasing each other, waiting for the food to be unwrapped. The party at my Grandpa Willy’s little red lakeside cabin, which he built with my late great-grandmother, Maxine, teemed with life. Willard Ryckman’s little red cabin on the lake in Kalkaska, Michigan. It was a beautiful day in the span of many, typical for Northern Michigan during that time of the year. ![]() I remember a light breeze coming off Big Twin and the warm sun on my freckles while sitting on my dad’s lap at a picnic table. That day, I wore pink fashion camo and a big Hannah Montana sticker over my heart. At least, that’s how I understood the event when I was young. The reunion was organized so all of the cousins, aunts, sisters, brothers and uncles could come together in a big celebration of life before Grandpa Willy joined my grandma in heaven. Just after I turned 7, my great-grandfather turned 90 while he was still 89.
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