As a youngster my mother's side of the family gathered on a fairly regular basis. I usually thought it was a fun adventure when we piled into the station wagon and headed out for my grandma and grandpa's house to rendezvous with the cousins. Sometimes I was annoyed because I knew there was a good chance I'd end up on the ground during the weekend looking up at the smiling face of an older cousin.
But, no matter what the auxiliary activities were, we could always plan on a few common denominators that occurred on every visit.
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