Todays families usually are made up of parents and one or two children, sometimes three, and on rare occasions, four or more. Above are my siblings and myself. Left to right are Mark, Cynthia, Greg, me, Ken and Brenda. Growing up as one of six kids was quite an experience and the stories of things we did are too numerous to recount. I will try and give you a sense of what it was like! Ken, the oldest, was born 10 months after our parents married, and shortly after that Daddy left for World War II. Brenda came next, then me. I don't recall what it was like to be without them or Cynthia, who is a year and 10 days my junior, but I do recall when Greg and Mark were born!