I come from a family of 10 , 2 Boys, 8 Girls, not related to the Kennedys or like the Brady Bunch! Many people have asked me what was it like growing up in a big Family? Since I was a baby with my siblings ranging from 2-14 years a part, I never really lived in a house of 10. I do remember family gatherings that were big and noisy. Becoming a babysitter for my many nieces and nephews at an early age was routine. Our mother was stressed. Gee you think so? My older sisters were often surrogate mothers to me that’s what I remember most. I became a mother while my older sisters became grandmothers! The years, the miles separated us. My growing up took place on the West Coast in a freer and rich place especially for women. Our life experiences at times – set us a part. Reunited as Seniors priceless. Seven siblings have passed. Peace to Betty. Grief and remembering – we do our job. To steal a quote from Alan Alda of MASH ( tv) Adjust, Adapt, Revise is what you must do.
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