My Crazy, Wonderful FamilyPosted: 01/23/2013
Yesterday, I posted a picture of my mother and some of her sisters. I may have understated the spectacle…
But this is just the start!
My mother was the youngest of 10 children! Nine girls and one boy, living in a little house in the Mississippi Delta. They are a crazy group of people, and I miss the days when everyone still lived in Mississippi and we had THE BIGGEST Thanksgivings you’ve ever seen. By the time I was born, I already had cousins who were grown and married. My mother’s oldest sister was 17 years her senior! My grandmother was pretty tired out by the time I came around, so I wasn’t able to get to know her very well, and she died when I was 9 years old. My grandfather died when my mother was 16, so I was always short on grandparents compared to my other friends. But boy did I have some aunts!
When these ladies get in a room together, things get LOUD. But they are so much fun, and the fun they have together is magnetic to everyone around them. Take nine women who can’t leave a check-out line without making a new friend, and you’ve got a recipe for a party. My mom and Aunt Beth are visiting California in March, so get ready West Coast!