I was born and raised in a steel town.
My parents, as Grandma put it, were babies having babies, so we grew up together. My parents were dirt poor, so an aunt said. It wasn't until their 50th wedding anniversary that I found out she was right.
There are 10 children in my father's family, 5 boys, 5 girls. There are 8 children in my mother's family, 4 girls, 4 boys. The odds of another couple with those nunbers has to be high as winning a lottery.
I have twin brothers, a baby brother and a sister. We fussed and fought our way into adulthood, having some goodtimes along the way.
Thirty nine years ago I met a boy who would become my best friend and then my husband. He likes to tell people that it's not a marriage it's an adventure, and that is what it is.
He has two siblings and was raised in a much more quite house then I was.
We have 3 children, the in-laws to go with them and grandchild (our reward for the hard times)
Art the Omnipotent along with her three rapscallions, have joined in on the fun of our family.
These additions have added lots of color to the tapestry of our life.