The Cincinnati Enquirer Sunday evenings at Ray and Pauline Brokamp's house are punctuated by 200 openings and closings of a screen door. Or so it seems. Children of various sizes continually trickle through their grandparents' pleasant, screened porch.
Toddlers take small treks.
Older kids kick a ball or commandeer the family's legendary 30-foot swing. But they inevitably find their way back to the airy porch, and the family that awaits them there. It is their center. The phrase ''Brokamp family'' is redundant. Inherent in being a Brokamp, or marrying a Brokamp, is an enthusiasm for family dinners, vacations and pillow fights.