We had a family brawl at a summer bbq at my mother’s house about 15 years back. Uncles, brothers and cousins swinging for the fences. I was smack dab in the middle... Not my proudest moment. Needless to say, my mom doesn’t do the bbq’s anymore.
What’s a BBQ without a good family brawl??? We didn’t have a big family...hardly any relatives. My grandparents were all gone by the time I was born in ‘47. I had one uncle on my mother’s side...no children. I also had one uncle on my father’s side...4 children there. We didn’t have a car, so the only time we saw our cousins was if they came to visit us...which wasn’t very often. My mother’s brother and his wife lived in California. The only time I really got to know them was when he got sick and they came back east to stay with us. He was a WWII vet. He died when I was 16.