The potluck post got me thinking. We live in a tiny NC town where everyone knows everyone and their business.
We have two early thirties single cousins, four elderly aunts/uncles and three unemployed families in our family group. This does not include needy folks targeted by the church.
None of the above will come to the house for dinner. Various reasons which are beyond this post...welcome to the rural south...are involved, one aunt hasn't spoken to her brother in fifteen years and it gets better.
We cook two large (22#+) turkeys and enough sides for a criuse ship. I had a catering business (now sold) a few years ago but still have most of the equipment. We become a local "meals on wheels" for the day.
The notebook for guiding the distribution is a hoot. "Aunt Helen needs a shot of brandy w/ her pumpkin pie" "Uncle Bill IS NOT to have any alcohol" "Uncle Bud gets a pint of peach brandy under the tray" "Jimmy gets a twenty under his plate" Etc Etc.
It makes for a long day but we truely enjoy it. The smiles w/o judgement as to why these folks want to eat alone when we would be glad to ferry them to the house is golden.
I'm an only child but still have trouble understanding how seventy and eighty year old folks won't be in the same room w/ their siblings. Funerals are a bitch...one group has to clear the viewing room before the next group will enter.