To put it simply they were not always nice to each other. I never really knew all of them very well. He has one younger sister, born on his birthday, she lived with us when I was very young. She had a baby that had a hole in its back. I am pretty sure the baby died. She also had a couple husband's which died in auto accidents, I believe. She was someone I really liked but was hardly ever part of my life.
He had many brothers and a couple more sisters. The one sister cried all the time and the other sister took care of Grandma until Grandma died. He had a younger brother in and out of prison. He lived with us for awhile. I don't know why he left but Dad kept the doors bolted and chairs propped under the knobs. That brother was in and out of both state and federal prisons. Another younger brother was killed in an auto accident with his best friend. They were going over a 100 miles and hour and hit a tree head on. They had both bought large insurance policies just before the wreck, so there was talk of suicide.
I never knew why we didn't get together very often for sure. I knew my mom didn't like grandma very much but I still didn't understand. A few years ago I received an invitation to a paternal cousins get together. I decided to go and saw cousins and aunts and uncles long forgotten about. I ask the cousin hosting the party why we didn't get together more as children. She said, "Because all the men would get drunk and get into fist fights".
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