Happiness in Numbers

By: Beth Ferester & Company | Published 07/12/2019


Growing up in Knoxville, Tennessee, I was the only daughter of Dale and Ruth Hilton (unfortunately not the Hilton family of hotel fame). My Dad came from a family of 7 and my Mom was one of 16. I was blessed with only one brother, Mike, who was 7 years old when I came along and, I think, resented me for taking his status as only child away. And maybe for pestering him all the time as well. Since my Mother’s family were original pioneers to Tennessee, we were related to just about everyone. Which made finding a husband locally a bit of a challenge. So I married a young man from New York named Bob. That was 52 years, 4 children and 9 grandchildren ago – and so much fun! Big families are great because there is always someone to talk to, even when you are airing differences about other family members. Before long, a game of “round robin” ensues – one family member calls the next and then the next, until eventually the issue is whittled down and ironed out, and eventually goes away. My own diverse bunch has worked its way through so many situations over the years, I’m sure I could write a book about it. Or create a reality show – in fact, I have a sign in my house that says, “my family is God’s favorite sitcom.to continue reading go to ”https://ferester.com/happiness-in-numbers/

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