Yes, that is right--25 people who are related staying in a beach house for a week! Litchfield Beach, South Carolina should never have been the same after that first summer. They must see a lot of different things because they allowed us back in the state (and the same beach house) for many more years.
We had: my grandmother, my mother, her sister and brother and their spouses, their 5 children & spouses, their 10 children (combined), my sister & lastly--ME. Most sane people would cringe at such a thought but then again, my family is the closest family that I know. We just divided up the 5 bedrooms and couches, threw several air mattresses on the floor and we were set!
Everyday the entire family (well, minus anyone who was sick) would go down to the beach and walk/play/lay out (gasp!) until it was time to go back for a huge country breakfast. I mean HUGE. We would have eggs, toast, turnovers/biscuits, sausage & bacon--the works. One year my mother pointed at my grown boy cousins and told them that we weren't going to even have any bacon because every time that she took some off the stove, they ate it. There were always 3-4 adult females cooking at these meals.
There was always at least one night that we loaded everyone up into multiple cars and drove to some poor unsuspecting restaurant. Can you imagine seeing a party of 25 piling into your establishment???
We were a well behaved, albeit loud group. I am sure that anyone who sat near enough to us to try to listen was wondering "How do they all talk at the same time and simultaneously carry on 10 conversations?" That is a question that even after 17 years of marriage, my husband still asks.
This closeness has served us well over the years--Through graduations, birthdays, heartaches, medical issues, weddings, holidays, graduations and even through deaths. Yes, we are very close and it is a blessing!
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