My aunt was there, and told me about another branch of the family that has its reunions in a small town nearer my home. "They're related to us through your grandpa's cousin. Did you even know your great-grandfather had a brother? We never heard about him until last year. The family welcomed us as if we'd known each other all our lives. I think they meet in September," and more chatter in that vein.
And then she said something that was so typically my aunt that I laughed loud enough to make people across the room crane their necks: "They're Baptists, but they're good people."
When I related the conversation over the phone to Mom tonight, she laughed, too. "That's (EmmaJo). She puts her foot in her mouth so often that she walks with a limp."
Yeah, but she's good people.