 But later I learned that we were a little unusual. The point of the cards was to brighten up the old farmhouse and also to remind us that we were part of a very large circle of family. I remember reading these cards and asking who this or that person was. My mother would say, oh, you know them. That's your cousin in Detroit. Whether I remember them or not, it was simpler at that point to agree that, of course, Alice and Herbert were the Detroit relatives.