Part III of V
Next day was my cousin Ann’s bridal shower, given by my Mom at the Roycroft Inn in East Aurora, one of the most beautiful places I know (that the common folk of Buffalo can enter, anyway).
That's Ann with my Mom
All six Boggan sisters were there together, which doesn’t happen too much anymore, once a year or so.
How many are drunk? No one knows!
Ann was quite happy, and we got to meet her future mother-in-law, who seems to really care about her. The cake was possibly the best cake I’ve ever had under groups circumstances like that (the best that wasn’t homemade, anyway): nice dense dark chocolate cake; really smooth, unsugary frosting. Even I ate some.
Afterward Vicki and I went out to Rushford Lake. Our great-grandparents built a cottage out there when my Mom etc. were chilluns. A few years ago my Aunt Margaret took ownership of it from my grandfather, and Marc and his brother-in-law made some really great but simple changes to it.
(You’ll remember the cottage from the Cree’s Lonely Childhood post, you will.) There I was brought strawberries and organic kettle corn and saw, from a distance, for they are boys and don’t really know me much, a bunch of those aforementioned offspring. I couldn’t stay long, for I had a Karla to meet for dinner, but it was good to see it; I can’t remember the last time I was out there. Maybe 1996 even. Damn.
When we were wee, one of the best parts of Rushford was Pa’s Bus. I don’t think the chilluns are allowed on there now, but yay, it’s still there!
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