The day of the Hubble reunion dawned bright and cool. A beautiful day, unlike the sweltering, humid days of the two past years we have attended. I believe the reunion has been going on annually on the second Sunday of August since the 1930s. My first recollection dates back to the 1950s. My family attended faithfully until we moved away from Southern Illinois in 1960. Mom and Dad planned part of their summer vacations around it for years. I came with them once when David was little and another time when both boys were still small. Then my immediate family lived too far away with summers way too busy with jobs and baseball and swimming lessons, and college classes for me. My sister, Christine, and I started attending again in 1995 and 1996. Then my school started having teachers return to work early in August so I was no longer able to go at all. Couldn’t attend the event on Sunday with the first day of school the following day. I missed it. Now that Bruce and I are retired we get to plan our own summers around it again.
My first cousins, the Pucketts, the children of my beloved Aunt Wanda are custodians and caretakers of the Hubble Home Place, lovingly called “The Farm.” Located between Enterprise (where Grandpa Ora Hubble was raised) and Mt. Erie (where Grandma Grace Galbreath Hubble was raised); it’s about 5 miles north of Fairfield. It’s been fun to tell Bruce about the days, and people, now gone, surprising me how much I remember. This year we discovered Zif Cemetery together. Ar our age, visiting cemeteries is part of life. Someone has to check. When I mentioned to two different cousins that we’d been up to Zif, their first question was, “Is it being cared for?” The old burial grounds are not covered by perpetual care clauses, are they? They rely on the memories of descendants who live close enough and care enough to come and mow and pull weeds. I had always thought I wanted to be cremated, but now I’m rethinking that position.
Zif Cemetery- 2008
The home place dates back to 1880. It was a basic three room house at first, added on to several times through the years, eventually becoming a four bedroom, eight room house with two stories and a very steep staircase. A man would come and step off the size of the new addition and stick a wooden stake in the ground. So much for tape measures and levels and building codes. Consequently, nothing was plumb or level, so the intervening years simply adds to the original design.
I remember when one porch, located off the back of the dining room, was enclosed and made into a bathroom. Thus ended the treks to the outhouse. Thank heavens it was a two-holer. You needed a companion to watch for bugs and other critters while you concentrated on your business. A rite of passage was when you finally got old enough, and brave enough, to go there on your own.
Although we eat outside, now under tents, the dining room contains a large table. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen it without all the leaves, which are needed for all the food. (Truth is, the leaves probably wouldn’t separate anyway.) Meat is placed on the south side, salads and vegetables in the middle, desserts on the north end. One obligatory meat dish is ham loaf. This year it was baked by Carolyn, wife of cousin Jim Puckett, and quite delicious. Hers was less spicy than the one I make, and I liked hers better.
After the blessing, we all dug in. At least two trips to the table are required for everyone. It’s a reunion rule. This year, following dinner, we played a trivia game. The questions pertained to the Hubble family history. We divided up the under-the-tent-people, the porch-people and the under-the-tree-people to make two teams. What started as light-hearted fun rapidly got quite competitive! I was surprised by what I knew AND what I didn’t know. I’m going to bone up next year. My side lost by one stinkin’ point. We’re not called the hard-headed Hubbles for nothin’!
Bruce and Kathy - Hubble reunion 2006
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