Visits to the Regans in San Marino, California, loom large in my memory. I remember when I was very little (five perhaps?) my mother telling me, “Guess what! Cousin Sarah is MOVING to CALIFORNIA!” “Oh by oh boy oh boy!!!….wait, who’s Cousin Sarah?” That was the beginning of my experience of this larger-than-life family, where my dad was known as Charles Lee and Mary was known as Mary Elizabeth. I was called Miss Mary and my little cousin was Miss Say-rah, and everyone else was “y’all”.The Regans were from Texas, and everything from Texas is BIG. Mary Elizabeth staged big HUGE Texan Christmases in her home. The tree was massive, and skirted with gigantic gifts, impeccably wrapped, with precision squared corners and a proliferation of Hallmark star bows. (She had learned her craft at Neiman Marcus.) The gifts we took home with us towered above the mass of tiny boxes spread out under our own tree. Summer visits usually meant Texas-style BBQ. I was transfixed when Eddie let Cousin Sarah apply sauce to the great slab of roasting meat with a paintbrush.Too soon, the family moved back to Texas. But Mary Elizabeth stayed in touch. She shared all the news of everybody and kept the family connected. My dad told me lots of stories from his youth about this glamorous older cousin, who he worshipped. (Apparently Mary Elizabeth could apply lipstick while driving full-speed in her car.) She was always beautiful, larger than life, crazy affectionate and full of love.