As a girl, being part of a large family was all I knew. I'm sure others had a more difficult time accepting it. Every couple of years we had our family picture taken at Olan Mills. When our family entered the door, and kept coming and coming, the photograper and assistant would inevitably need to change the set up to accomodate us.
As number seven of eight, and one of ten, my place in the car was on a lap or in the gunner seat of the station wagon. On long drives Martha and I were always facing backwards. We would make up games to play with the cars we were facing. Sometimes we would write notes to the drivers behind us, telling them to honk or smile. We were thrilled when they would comply.
A few times we would have an extra guest who came along with us on a drive. I recall one evening piled in the red Toyota along with Sister Ashley. Not one of us, except perhaps Dad, who was driving, had any wiggle room. I was so hot and cramped that by the time we got home I had a nosebleed that took what seemed like hours to stop.
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I remember the whole family driving to a movie with Sister Ashley--it may be the same time Margaret recall--but we were in Dad's silver Pacer. The station wagon was in the shop but it seems like we had planned to see some new Disney movie for family night, so we piled in. I think that two or three of the younger kids sat in the hatchback part of the Pacer to fit everyone in. We were packed in like Sardines. It wasn't a really long drive--probably to the Fox Theater that was near the May Company, but it felt like forever in our situation. Dad stopped near the theater entrance so we could get out and get in line for tickets while he parked the car. There were a number of other people on their way into the theater and it seemed like they all stopped to watch eleven people pour out of that tiny car--like a bunch of circus clowns. We may have been more entertaining than the movie!
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