|I come from a really large family on my mom’s side. Granny begat eleven children who begat thirty plus first cousins who begat fifty plus second cousins who begat I have no idea how many third cousins.
And, to me, that’s a bad thing. I miss my family.
Luckily, I was around my cousins when I was growing up. We had lots of adventures over the years and made a lot of memories.
We like to joke in our family that the kids grew up and the parents moved away. My mom moved to Georgia the day after I graduated from high school and dad came about three months later. They really didn’t have a choice; both had lost their jobs because the factories had closed. Mom was a supervisor and was offered a transfer to another company facility. Now you know how the MA Fat Woman got to Georgia.
Over the years others have migrated to the land of little or no snowfall. I gotta tell ya, I don’t miss the cold weather one bit. One of mom’s sisters moved down here so family gatherings, especially Thanksgiving, have become quite fun. A few years ago we had close to 25 people, last year, only three.
I know it’s hard for everyone to get together because the cousins now have kids and grandkids and they have their own family rituals. Shoot, these days, if you can get more than ten of us together at one time it’s because someone is really sick or we’re going to a funeral.
I’m not one to talk; I haven’t been to the family reunion in over twenty years.
Thanksgiving will be along before you know it and you’re all invited.
We eat at Noon!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I Miss Them All
Posted by Gianetta at 12:13 AM
Labels: family, holidays, reunion, Thanksgiving
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I've only got one sister, and my three cousins live in another country. I am so very envious of you, and your large family.
But I can also understand the allure of living in a separate city from them all!
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