I remember, as a child, being taken to visit elderly aunts and uncles. I had only the vaguest idea who any of them were or why they needed to be appeased. Some were bona fide relatives and some weren't- and generally speaking the ones who weren't were nicer. My mother's elderly relatives were peculiarly grand and- from a child eye's view- peculiarly distant and frosty. I seem to remember being schooled ahead of a visit to Great Aunt Margaret- who was enormously rich (by our standards)- in the kind of late-Victorian manners that would be expected of me.