My first view of how outsiders saw my family was as the subject of astonishment and derision

MY brother Tony found the picture among our parents' stuff after they died. We call it "the family photo," because it's the only photograph we can find that shows our parents and all fourteen of us kids. It was taken in Manhasset in 1962, right after the last kid was born. Tony found it in one of the shoeboxes full of snapshots which doubled as bookends in my parents' house. I don't remember having seen the picture before. We didn't keep photo albums, and it was never displayed in our house -- not for any particular reason that I know of; we just didn't have pictures on the walls.

When I, with no wife or children, think about how much work living can be, I remind myself that when this picture was taken, my parents were younger than I am right now.

Those boxes held quite a few relics, including pictures of our distant relatives from the old country. Our grandparents must have brought them over when they came here, during the Bolshevik Revolution. Some photos were from Mom and Dad's early days in Brooklyn and Queens, when their first few kids must have seemed like novelties, and one was from 1946, of my mother's parents in their parallel twin coffins. Some very early color photos were from a 1950s Christmas. When I was a kid I used to raid those shoeboxes for negatives; I feel bad about it now, but I'd roll them up in newspaper and set them alight to make smoke bombs.

We children eventually sorted ourselves into groups: the four oldest (Martha, Louise, Marty, Jimmy), the girls (Annie, Catherine), the three boys (Paul, me, Tony), the three girls (Elizabeth, Grace, Rita), and the babies (Jane, Stephanie). Not included were the dead; my mother endured two stillbirths between Rita and Jane. She told me the details once, a few months before she died. One of the babies had fallen stillborn into the toilet. She had fished it out and wrapped it in newspaper and taken it to be baptized by Father Kruzas. She said that after she lost the second one, in the hospital this time, she feared she wouldn't be able to have any more children.

I've always resisted the idea that my mother really wanted all those kids. I suppose I don't want to see her as the cause of her own suffering. Louise says that Mom was interviewed by someone from her old high school paper, and she told the interviewer that even as a teenager she had dreamed of having twelve sons. But I'm skeptical, because we really destroyed her. In the end even Mom realized that whatever she had been dreaming about (and my guess is she'd been dreaming about the Apostles) could never align with what she or anybody else could have actually wanted. But maybe because God had given us to her, she couldn't deny her youthful wanting, much less wish she could give us back. Although she never once expressed regret, she did seem to disavow any active choice in the matter. At the end of her days, when I finally asked her about it, she said, "We wanted as many children as God saw fit to grant us."

The photograph you see here seems to imply a family, but that wasn't exactly the case, because the sixteen of us never actually all lived together. Martha was boarding at St. Vincent's Nursing School, in Manhattan, before Jane and Stephanie were born, and our parents had placed Jimmy in a mental institution in Queens by then too. The truth is, discounting holidays and the occasional Sunday dinner (when someone would fetch Jimmy from Creedmore for the midday meal), we sixteen have never been together as a group since the day this picture was taken. We treasure the photograph nonetheless, because it grants us the illusion, or the promise, or the memory, of family.

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ONLY after our parents were dead did I begin to wonder how the individuals in our family had come to terms with the experience of the crowd and what it had done to their -- I should say our -- personalities. Half the kids in the picture -- grown-ups now -- live alone. Twelve of them have accumulated twenty spouses, and five of us have chosen not to raise kids of our own. Jane and I have never married. I knew all these things as facts, of course, but I had never thought of them as consequences until Tony sent me the photo. It got me wondering just how much our family weighed.

That's when I first had the idea of interviewing them all -- my siblings, my brothers and sisters, the ones Jane and I often refer to as "those guys." I became fascinated by the concept of the crowd. How do you form a sense of self if you're just another face in the crowd? How do you learn about relationships without one-on-one experiences? How would you get your parents' attention to begin with? My experience was much more with the mob than with individual kids. As a boy, I became obsessed by what Elizabeth calls "the fourteen-ness of everybody." I never felt recognized, special, singled out. I meant nothing, even to myself. I was sitting in a bar with Elizabeth one night, talking about this, when she said to me, "You weren't interesting to Mom as Stephen Zanichkowsky when she named you that, so why should you become more interesting to her as a toddler when she was already tearing her hair out over her other toddlers?"

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