Zionsville Times Sentinel
---- — Several weeks ago I wrote about trying to find a beautiful blue whale suit, which prompted a comment from one of my shirttail kin about finally understanding what that meant. She had heard the term blue whale during a family party more than 30 years ago. That story is such a happy story for me that I have decided it is time to introduce you to the "cousies" (pronounced KUH-zeez). My mom and several of her girl cousins formed a bond early in life that went beyond playing together at Grandma's house. They call themselves and each other cousies. The group consists of three sisters, my mom, another girl cousin and their aunt, who happens to be about the same age. Collectively they are the cousies. The thing that makes the cousies special is that they have always seemed to genuinely like each other. They also have an impressive loyalty to each other. I remember as a kid watching the husbands of the cousies sit back, shake their heads and smile knowingly at each other when the cousies got to doing their thing. They have always been a force to be reckoned with, and none of the husbands were stupid enough to try to interfere. So the event in question is one I attended but was too sick to enjoy. The year was 1980, and we were attending a wedding reception at a clubhouse somewhere. It was the middle of summer and about as hot as you would expect summer in Indiana to be. The bride and groom had long gone, as had most of the other guests, and it was, for the most part, just family left hanging around the pool. See Wednesday's Times Sentinel for the full story.