There were four or five families, which we visited with all of thetime. We went on vacations together, and frequently visited in each others¶homes. Such a closeness and familiarity existed among our families, it felt asthough we were relatives. Even today, their grown children refer to my momand deceased father, as ³Aunt Betty and Uncle Russ.´ I still call RubyHaynes and her deceased husband, ³Aunt Ruby and Uncle Austin.´ Most of these families had children my sister¶s age, three years older than I. A fewfamilies had kids, who were a little younger than my sister and me. We weretheir role models and idols.In the fifties, the Haynes family traveled with us, to the CincinnatiZoo. They didn¶t own a vehicle back then, so we all went in our black Buick.Ruby and Austin had three children: Bobby, who was a few years older thanmy sister, and Sharon and Mary, who were close to my sister¶s age. As wewere en route to the zoo, the luggage, which was strapped to the top of thecar, flew off, and scattered all over the highway. We must have looked likecircus clowns, each time all nine of us emptied out of the car.Another tale, which I have heard of numerous times, happened beforeI was in grade school. Mom and Aunt Ruby had driven us five kids, out to afriend¶s house. Since it was crowded in the car, I was sitting on a cake pan,in the floor of the backseat. Everyone got out of the car, but I was left sitting