I find it hard to relate to much of this myself. But I came from a large family of large families, and even though as related elsewhere my childhood wasn't perfect I sill have respect for the flawed human beings that I come from.
I can sill remember my old man's oldest sister. She had divorced and disappeared shortly after I became estranged from that side of my family for decades. But later she came back from Argentina with a gaucho in tow and she got my address and invited me to the wedding. They were both fantastic to my then new fiancé - so welcoming, and the odd thing is how she recognized me on sight. Much as her younger sister did at a much later funeral after over two more decades.
So many memories, so many stories. I spent quite a few Summer weeks with farming relatives. I remember how one uncle dealt with the gypsies that came through. They did some blacksmithing and knife sharpening and some field work for him, he provided a stall by the road where the ladies sold trade-good items and handicrafts. When the younger boys "borrowed" items he went to the elders and got them back, no need to call in the law. I remember his reclusive brother who ran the farm next over. As a baby his mother had thrown him to save him from a copperhead strike. While it saved his life he also had deformities that limited mobility and altered his growth and appearance all his life.
I look forward through my own sons, with just as much pride and I hope respect. Now I have a grandson and eagerly welcomed him into the family.
From my point of view their is some toxicity spawned by megacity culture that threatens to overwhelm all of us through media manipulation and the co-opted university system. I'm not happy to listen to those chanting "hate my neighbor, hate my country, hate the world, I hate myself."
I'm just a yokel I guess. A man out of time.