Monday, December 7, 2009
4:08 AM
Family House
My dad was raised in a family of 7 children and all 7 of those children had a minimum of 2 kids, some had more. My dad was one of 5 boys, and then, there were two girls. All of the boys owned an operated a successful RCA dealership in town (most of them moved on to other things later, while two of them stayed with the business). Since all of the family worked and played together back then, they decided it might also be a good idea to purchase this huge house, and move all of us into that so we could live together, as well. Thankfully, that idea never fully took flight, probably mostly because none of the brothers wanted to live in the same house with my grandma because she was a strict church-going woman and the boys were all hell-raisers in their younger days. LOLOL
I love my cousins dearly and would have loved to have them around more often to play with but I'm glad we all didn't live together and I'm sure they feel the exact same way. When it comes to extended family, a little distance DOES make the heart grow fonder, or at least, it helps the heart not want to bash people over the face with baseball bats.
Oh, shut up. I'm just kidding.
Sort of. ; )