first picnic

Memorial Day weekend kicked off the picnic season, this one sponsored by Lois and celebrating Helen's 6th birthday. Mom Angela holds her while Grandma Lois lights the candles in Musser Park, Lancaster. Then some boccie ball and kubb games.

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My amorous teenage neighbors reminded me that today is Ascension Day, 40 days after Easter. I figure just as important as Christmas. One holiday gets the God-Human on earth. The other gets the entity off-planet. Without Ascension Day we'd have the most famous tomb in the world or we'd have to delete all those post-resurrection events and sayings of Jesus's "life."

The junge also remind me that in a buggy the driver's seat is on the wrong side, on the right. These courting buggies let you see what's going on. Is that related to British cars with drivers on the right? Front buggy has an outing bag of perhaps picnic items hanging on back axle.

picnic at Mascot

We're having several days in the low 90s. To accommodate the heat we had a Friday evening picnic with my brother, Milton, and his wife, Lois, at the Mascot Mill.

Behind us is the Mill Stream and a miniature bird sanctuary. We saw a kingfisher and a juvenile egret.