Fourteen for me - ten on mom’s side and four on dad’s.
My wife, on the other hand, has a ridiculous number of first cousins. Both of her parents came from families of nine or ten kids, and many of those siblings also had huge families of their own. She estimates about 70 total.
I have 25 if you count just the kids of my mom’s and dad’s siblings. I have another 9 if you count my stepmom’s (which I do, since she’s been my stepmom since I was little and her family and I are as close as my biological extended families).
I have eleven, 8 on my mother’s side and 3 on my father’s. I’m very close to several on my mom’s side and one on my dad’s, but have little to no contact with some others. My husband has a boatload of cousins as his dad had 9 siblings. I don’t even know if HE knows all of their names since they scattered to the winds years ago.
ETA all of mine are still living, ranging in age from 47 to 75 or so.
For many years I had 24, 16 on my mother’s side, 8 on my father’s. A few years ago I found out that one of my father’s brother had a daughter that no one in the family knew about. That gave me 25. 3 have passed on my mother’s side and one on my father’s side was killed in a car accident a few months ago leaving me 21 that are still alive.
Too many to count. By which I mean I voted 1-5 and then realized I’d forgotten about the two youngest and actually have 7. My parents only have 3 siblings between them and my uncle had two kids rather late.
So many that I can only guess how many there are. I have met most on the maternal side, mom had 7 siblings. My dad was the second to youngest in a family with 13 siblings who grew up, left home, grew up, and left. I wouldn’t even be able to say what their names are or where they are. I have met some.
The poet Robinson Jeffers is my first cousin three times removed. I’d never say he was “my first cousin” without the qualifier. That would just be weird. Otherwise, we all have boatloads of first cousins, right?
Too damn many. My Mom’s family were a bunch of Kansas farm-bound Catholics, and they needed youngin’s to help with the chores. Just on Mom’s side, counting only those that survived till their first birthday, I have over 50 by blood and five or six through adoption. Add in 22 on Dad’s side and Thanksgiving dinners were quite the mob scene.
Don’t get me wrong, I love them and it’s a great thing to have a big family in the area when thing go pear shaped. We got each other’s backs but we get a little tribal at times and the total amount of rural drama can be shocking to the uninitiated.
I have no idea. I never met anyone from my dad’s side of the family and only have a vague guess on how many siblings he had. He wasn’t in touch with any of them for decades before I was even born.
My mom’s family was all messed up with divorces and adoptions and some weird family situations. Fifty years ago I was aware of two first cousins, but I couldn’t even tell you their names now, much less if they are still alive.
Truly no idea. Zero on my mother’s side. Dad had 6 sisters, and I know there are at least several children among them, but whether it is 5 or 15 I couldn’t say. There’s only one I can even name, and that’s because I looked on 23andme (the others aren’t there, though one of their kids is!).
The odd part is that I have a pair of second cousins once removed that I am far closer to. I guess it helps that they are far closer geographically as well.