My maternal grandfather was one of twelve kids. But some of them died young. At least one sister did-- I think that more than one died before adulthood, though.
Now that I've had a baby, the whole thing kind of blows my mind. 1) TWELVE FREAKIN' KIDS!? My poor great-granny! And 2) how unbelieveably sad it must be to lose children. I'd die. I wouldn't be able to bear it.
My mom is one of fourteen kids. When I called my grandmother to tell her I was pregnant, she said she couldn't recall off hand how many great=grandbabies she had, but she started naming them in order. There were almost 50.
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