Remember Big Families

Last night I went to a friends 70th birthday surprise party.  Before the evening was over the conversation switched to "the good old days" and I loved it.  You can't beat the memories of large families and  Aunts and Uncles.  It brought back stories at Grandma's house with strange looking women wearing dresses adorned with Austrian crystal  jewelry, and men in dark suits with skinny ties.  We talked of Sleepovers with cousins lined like sardines on the lving room floor.  We laughed how conversations would switch from English to Italian, German, Polish, to save little ears from hearing too much. Ah, and the food!