StarryEyedLad
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I actually had that Family, four brothers and four sisters. Dad worked and Mom stayed at home with a tougher Job then my Dad had. I would never ever give that time together up with my family life for anything else. And Sunday dinners were a ritual at the house, you did not need to call just show up, their was always plenty of food but the best part was the ribbing and jokes thrown across the table. They have both passed now but the greatest memory's could never be replaced. Come to find out later that alot of the kids I grew up were Jealous of our family because of how well we bonded..
My Mom stayed at home, too, which was unusual by the time I was born. Dad often worked two jobs just to barely make ends meet. Those pictures remind me of various relatives, especially on my dad's side of the family. We would always go around to visit on Saturdays & Sundays. They all had better houses than ours, and more food than we did, but most of them didn't make us feel bad about it. We always had wonderful times together. The older generations are almost all gone now, and the ones my age never get together anymore.