When Marjorie said, “I do,” she became part of a family structure far different from how she was raised. I’m a Yankee from New York and a half orphan, you see. Mom was widowed when I was 4.
Marjorie, on the other hand, is a true Southern belle with a big, traditional southern family: Mom, Dad, two brothers, a sister, two grandmothers, a bunch of aunts and uncles, and a slew of cousins.
My family was tiny by comparison.  I had no living grandparents, just two real aunts and uncles—my mom’s sister Aunt May and Uncle Ted, and my dad’s sister Aunt Gert and Uncle John. Cousins? Only five (that I knew of).

So, to kinda make up the difference, my mom, the tradition-maker for my family circle, manufactured several aunts and uncles for us. If we had close personal friends or neighbors, mom didn’t want us to call them Mr or Mrs. But she believed it was disrespectful for little kids like me to call adults by their first names.
Enter lots of faux Uncles and Aunts. For example, my best friend, Allen’s mom and dad were good friends of my mom. Ergo, they were Aunt Stella and Uncle Lou to me. Other great, longtime adult friends of the family were Aunt Emma and Uncle Frank, Aunt Mabel and Uncle John, Aunt Em and Uncle Bill (yep, I had an Auntie Em, just like Dorothy of the Wizard of Oz).  These are what I called my “Waltonesque relatives”
There was, however, a more PG-rated side. My mom, an attractive “widder” lady, had close adult male friends, who visited frequently and became uncles to me. Uncle Ned and Uncle Mac, for example.
A complication to this tradition occurred when close, married, adult male friends from the “Waltonesque” list frequently visited my mom (and me) by themselves (sans wives). They often sent me to get ice cream. (hmmm). To this day, I totally believe that those visits were entirely innocent:  Mom was an empathetic listener and her visitors could discuss things with her in confidence. That’s my story and I’m stickin to it.

Marrying Marjorie and adopting her family in 1964 brought me a touch of normality (UFO Welcome Center cousin being an exception). Luckily they (sort of) adopted me too.
I’ve done my best to keep things boringly normal for our kids, although they did have a few confusing non-relative relatives that needed clarification when they got a bit older (Aunt Vernice, Aunt Connie, and Aunt Nel).

Now, over 60 years later, Marjorie and I are blessed with 3 adult kids; 5 grandkids; and even two great grands, who I’ll see in July.
I can’t keep track of Marjorie’s myriad of cousins. But it doesn’t seem to have a major impact on our daily life.
We now look forward to the future of our family with great expectations for even more blessings. Thanks to the Lord. Enuf