This weeks pic comes from one of those Marilla Park George Hall family BBQ that we used to have so often. Days gone by that everyone seems to remember and have very fond memories of. Whether it be one of my Sisters or Brother, or anyone else who took part in the events they were days that we all look back on with fond memories.
I think what I remember most, other than all the food my Dad and Jean used to serve, was the epic battles that took place soon afterwards. It always seem to start with an ice cube or a squirt out of a squirt gun and escalate from there. They started slow, but grew to the point where I can remember a large chunk of raw hamburger meat getting thrown. Jello seemed to be the worst, because it stained your clothes.
These are some of my fondest memories of my family growing up. There was never a stranger, no one ever went home hungry and it was always memorable.
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