Once ever other year Aunts and Uncles and Grandparents would meet at the beach for a barbeque. The moms would be sunbathing and the dads playing cards and the kids getting their feet wet and playing in the sand. My grandparents were tending the barbeque. My grandfather could not live a day without his pasta and because there were so many of us he had to bring his Army size boiling pot. All I remember about those times was our moms telling us to go see if the pot was boiling and the uncles just laughing their heads off and every so often yelling over to my grandfather............Hey Pop you got the water boiling? We were all so hungry but my uncles seemed to be just fine, of course they were they were plastered on beer before we got to eat.