WE ARE FAMILY
We call our annual family reunion the Orr-Deal. I apologize for the corniness, but I didn’t name it. (I’d pin that honor on my Uncle Roland’s particular brand of humor.) My dad’s side, with 50 or so people, has been gathering every July for as long as anyone can remember. I don’t get to attend every year, but family reunions have long been beloved by this branch of the family as a time to catch up on people’s busy lives, to reconnect, to meet new grandkids, and to sit around and “visit,” as my mother used to call it. I was reminded of the tradition of July reunions while looking at our story about Chevalo and Monique Wilsondebriano’s Fourth of July. At first we planned to focus the story on Chevalo…
