My dad's side was their parents and 6 kids. Living on a 3 floor walk up, in a 2 br, 1 ba apt in the city. We'd journey in for either Christmas or Thanksgiving. The grandparents, our parents, aunts, uncles and approx 15-20 grand kids. A 50 gun safe was larger than their kitchen, with a hallway running 4'w x 20' l Which is where us grand kids sat.

Stories, where would you like me to start ?

As with any family gathering. The stories can get lost if you weren't there.
Trying to picture us playing stickball when the local yutes engaged in one of their zip gun fights, across the rooftops, was funny. Providing it wasn't your parents car they snapped the antenna off of. Then all hell broke loose.

I know there was lots of yelling and cursing when football was on.