Whenever I tell anyone that I was one of six children, there is audible gasp, usually followed by "You must be Catholic"! I am proud to reply that not only am I Catholic, but I am first-generation Irish Catholic. My father was born in Limerick, Ireland & emigrated to the US when he was in his early twenties & my mother came here from England when she was about 13.
Actually, back when I was growing up in a small town in the Adirondacks, having six children was pretty much the norm. There were lots of families in that town with eight, ten, or more children and no one thought it odd! AND, these were, for the most part, individual births....not twins, triplets or sextuplets!
The best part about growing up in a large family was you were never alone. The worst part about growing up in a large family was.....you were never alone! It was extremely rare back then for homes to have more than one bathroom, which made for some pretty hectic mornings! I can't imagine my eldest grandchild surviving if she had to share a bathroom with her parents & siblings!! Oh the horror!
I was born in New York City, the fifth child & second daughter. We lived in a two-bedroom apartment in Sunnyside, a section of the borough of Queens. In one room slept my parents & my younger brother & in the other were two sets of bunk beds & a single bed where my sister & I & three other brothers slept. Talk about a close family....literally! And we thought nothing of it because all our friends & our many cousins pretty much lived the same way.
Well, that will do it for now....tune back in for the next installment in the life of a little Irish Catholic girl!