Do you have cousins?
What do you remember doing with your cousins?
Grandma’s house? Grandpa’s barn?
Kick the Can? Old Grey Wolf?
Sitting on the bridge, swinging your legs?
Wading in the creek?
Riding on the back of the truck?


We were in IN last weekend and I watched my kids with their cousins and it brought back so many memories of younger days with my cousins.

In Indiana we had one side of cousins and that meant Grandpa’s, kick the can, donuts, home made ice cream, swinging on the front porch and making toe prints on the ceiling. Cabin parties of swimming in the pond, nights around a fire roasting hotdogs and marshmallows and catching fireflies. Peacocks, Pigeons and Guineas rounded out the crew.


In Ohio we had another set and that meant short weekends together, playing games outside in Grandma’s front yard, sleep overs and staying up all hours, camping trips, water fights, sitting around a campfire listening to the big guys tell stories. There are so many good memories, we loved those weekends. Grandma and the aunts would cook, we would run in to eat and be off again.
Then occasionally they would come visit us and it was jeep rides and 3-wheelers, dirt bikes, late nights and football in the front lawn.

Now it’s reversed for my kids.
We live in Ohio and spend weekends in IN.
Last week on Mon and Tue my Mom was able to come in here. She took the girls along home with her. They think it’s mandatory that they spend a week at Grandma’s every summer without the parents. This one was little short because we had to go get them over the weekend already but they made the most of it.

Tea parties, sleep overs, candy at the parade, and of course the Kindle.
Tents to play in, a tree house and a huge pad of concrete to bike on.
Usually they find a mud hole to make mud pies, if there isn’t mud, they make some.

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Around here they have cousins and 2nd cousins and 3rd cousins. These people never stop counting. πŸ™‚ They meet at Grandpa’s and jump on the trampoline, ride bikes, draw with chalk and fight. Grandma makes tea for a tea party and watches them sip. Grandpa takes them on golf cart rides to see the pond and watch the bull frogs jump. They read books, play in the basement, play games, and never stop talking.

It’s called making memories.

I have a huge stock pile of memories that I treasure.
When I was a kid we spend lots of time with cousins since our dads farmed together. We would climb on the back of the truck, ride along to their house and pile out to stay for the day. We spent most of the day playing and doing as little work as we could get by with.
We drove the 4 wheeler all over the farm, rode on the wagons while they put up hay, sat on the top of bales while they stacked it in the barn and dug in the fresh cut silage.
They milked, we raised turkeys. We chased the turkeys, helped milk cows, and let the calves suck our fingers to teach them to drink. πŸ™‚
We used our imagination and made up games or played games we learned in school. We ran away from little brothers, played in the woods, chased our pets and played with our dolls. We had fun! We were country kids with dirty toes.

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I’m glad my kids have cousins to spend time with.
These people are part of our lives that we never outlive, family.
The ones we make memories with and those memories will live on.


These days, cousins come in all shapes, size, colors and kinds.
Some are even furry!


3 thoughts on “Cousins

  1. There’s something so fulfilling about watching your kids enjoy the same things you did as a child. Such a blessing to be able to give them those experiences!

    Looks like you’re having a fun summer. πŸ™‚


  2. I always loved riding bikes and playing with the cousins! One set went to the same school we did and graduated a year after me, we are still good friends! My kids don’t get to see their cousins a ton, but they love playing together when they do!


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