“Where is it?”
“It’s a little village over near Teakettle off the Northern Highway.”
“Have fun,” she said.
The next day I arrived at the village around noon and the reunion was in full swing. Marcos took me around to greet the family, some of which I already knew.
“Granny, do you remember Mr. Wolfe?” Marco asked. “When we lived in San Pedro he was our neighbor.”
“Hee-hee-hee!” the old lady laughed. “Of course, I remember him.”
“Miz Evalee, I’m going to sit here with you while Marcos goes around the reunion,” I said. “Is that O.K. with you.”
The old lady chortled with glee. “Of course it’s O.K. The best thing about you is that you not related to this bunch. At least I don’t think so. Hee-hee-hee!”
“It’s a big family,” I said. “How many people do you think are here?”
“Well,” she said. “I got eleven children here that lived to have families of they own. I got eighty-three grown grandchildren and forty-seven great grandchildren. Hee-hee-hee!”
“Why that’s a hundred and forty-one not even counting in-laws. It must wonderful to have such a huge family. Is that why you laugh all the time?”
“Ooh-hoo-hoo! Hee-hee-hee!” the old lady cackled like a hen laying eggs. “Thass not why I laughing so much. Hee-hee-hee! I laughing because the only reason they all here is ‘cause I let Ramon talk me into going to the bush with him that night!”