Family Reunions: A great way to reconnect with the past

black family reunionAs Women at Forty reminisces about the 80’s this month, I thought I’d take a look back at what my travel life was like during that decade. In the 80’s I was in college and took my very first flight during my junior year. I traveled from Washington, D.C. to Milwaukee for a journalism conference.

A year after graduation, I took a 14-hour Amtrak train for my first trip to Atlanta to start my exciting career at CNN – a company which started in 1980. And as with all new employees at the company I didn’t get many holidays off. So my first few years I missed traveling home to celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas with my family. The 80’s was also the decade when I missed a lot of family reunions. Sadly a few family members died before I got a chance to see them again. That’s why family reunions are so important to me now, and I’m looking forward to our next one in August. According to Bruskin Research, more than 60 percent of Americans attend family reunions each year.

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Christine asks – Have we really been alive this long?

christine-eclavea-mercer-head-shot-13 Christine Eclavea Mercer describes herself as a “freelance writer and all around geek.” On her blog Frog In North Georgia, she writes about technology, humor and “pretty much anything else that comes to mind.”  I first ran this post last year after Christine tweeted, “Thoughts on turning 40 next year. And gosh, have we really been alive this long?”  In her post Christine talks about being welcomed by her grandmother with kisses, a lunch of grapes, cheese and baguettes, and a jar of Nivea Daily Nourishing Cream…

In 2010, I will turn 40. I spent my twenties educating myself, growing up, working, and traveling. I did much of it badly. At 27, it finally occurred to me that if I ever wished to procreate I should find myself attracted to nice men, instead of the bad boys of my youth.  Else I would be childless forever, or a single parent.  I did not find either of those options agreeable.

My standards certainly changed in my thirties.  Before that I imagined success the way children do, that one must be the CEO, the President, the Astronaut, the Prima Ballerina. I was taught to aim high like the Air Force.

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