They talked of all things, their families, their homes, food, their dreams, their beginnings. They laughed a lot, they cried every little once in awhile.
Always around a kitchen table. Sometimes relaxing with coffee, sometimes preparing and cooking food, sometimes canning, but always at a kitchen table.
Someone would eventually realize I was there and send me off to play with the other children, to get more canning jars or out to the garden for more strawberries.
I grew into the family as well as the world with a rich sense of membership, a knowing of the where and what I had come from.
It has always been hard for me to describe the where, what and all to others though.
Now one of the Aunties who can describe it all has invited any folks who wish to join us to the family table.