I was born in June 0f 1938 (a long time ago). I lived in Holland, MI.
When I was 18 months old my Mother died, leaving 8 children.
On the day of her death, I and my brother went home with my uncle and aunt.
By the end of the year another brother came to live with us too.
My uncle and aunt lived in the country.
We never went back to live with our Father.
He cared for the other five kids, ranging from twins boys who were 10, and a son aged 12, a daughter 14 and a son 16.
On Sundays my Dad and the rest of the family would all come
to my uncle and aunt for dinner.
I can remember sitting on my Dads lap while he was there and when it was
time for him to go home, he would say "I love you; be a good girl, I'll be back next Sunday."
It was because he loved us that he had us stay with my uncle and aunt.
He knew he was not able to care for all of us.
My Aunt was a sister to my Mom and my Uncle was a brother to my Dad.
My uncle and aunt had no children of there own.
Dad always stayed our Dad and we called my Uncle and Aunt by their name.
My Dad remarried when I was thirteen but we stayed living with my uncle and aunt.
That was home for us. They loved us as if we were their very own.