I was raised in a very religious family. My father had four brothers and all of them lived within walking distance of our house. We went to church together and spent most weekends together. Since Dad was the oldest, my brother and I were also the oldest of all the cousins.
Our family life was very much like those pictured on TV, especially Little House on the Prairie, only in a city setting, and something like Father Knows Best and Leave it to Beaver.
When I was about 16 the economy changed, and the families had to move where the jobs were. One went to Albuquerque, another to Cedar City Iowa, and one went back to their home town, a small town in western Colorado, to take care of their aging parents small farm. The youngest brother joined the Air Force.
The government called it a recession, but to most people it was a depression.