A yearly family reunion. We are all Relatives of Marie Deines (ROMD).
We didn't go every year, and I never could remember everyones' names. Most of them lived in the suburbs of Portland, Oregon -- not so far away from where I grew up, but my cousins thought it was far away enough that they were city kids and I was a country kid.
I remember that we would have our own Sunday service. We would sing hymns from memory, someone would read out of the bible, and we would pray. One relative would play a harmonica, another played a flute. There was a guitar and a trumpet played at times too. I liked to listen to the stories of my Grandpa's siblings. It was odd to imagine him as a child. I never could quite do it.