Thanksgiving is coming, and it’s a time for family get-togethers. When I think of childhood family gatherings, I always think of cousins. You gotta love the idea of cousins: built-in playmates when you go visit relatives. My sister had a book called “Eighteen Cousins.”
I always thought it would be great to have 18 cousins, but alas, I only made it to 10. And some of those were so much younger than I was that they hardly counted. As the oldest child on both sides of the family, I felt more like a babysitter/teacher than a real playmate, although I had a few cousins on my dad’s side who weren’t too much younger.
I remember being so excited each time I learned I would have a new cousin. Once at my grandma’s I remember a new baby cousin sleeping in a dresser drawer (taken out of the dresser). I was fascinated by that!
There was often a kids’ table for holiday meals, and I remember the year I “graduated” to the adult table. I was not a bit happy about this, far preferring the company of the kids.
My cousins on my dad’s side were all girls; there were 4 of us for most of my growing-up years. We would sit in a guest bedroom and talk about how we couldn’t believe it was actually Christmas day! We also tried communicating through air vents and once tried crawling into a baby bed to see if it could hold us (a phone rang immediately after we got in, scaring us to death as we quickly scrambled out. We thought it was some type of alarm!).
Do you have any memories of cousins during your childhood?