According to my high school history teacher, Mr. Smith, a rendezvous was an annual gathering of mountain men between the years 1820- 1840. There were games, adventures, and ultimately traditions at the Rendezvous. And of course, don’t let me forget, in between every activity, there was food, and a lot of it.
Tomorrow, I leave for the tiny town of
Can I show you Oakley?
We drive in to the town on a small highway passing farms complete with barns and wooden fences. The town has approximately one main road—
For me the Oakley rendezvous is about family. I miss my mom in Oakley because her memory is everywhere. I miss her because I am always imagining her and my dad on their honeymoon in Grandma’s House (i.e. Great-Grandma Whiteley's house). I imagine her sitting with my aunts on plastic picnic chairs outside the Pink House. I imagine her at the Oakley warm springs. We have so many pictures of us there.
It's a great place, that Oakley is. I want to rendezvous there tomorrow and the next day and the next day after that.
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