LOL.....I’ve always said I wanted a “compound” when I grow up. And I want it to be surrounded by a huge moat filled with ravenous barracudas. Ohhh and I want trained tigers to pounce out and keep the paparazzi at bay...lol...ahhh I can dream can’t I.
You Kennedy wannabe! LOL, sorry, that was low. Their “Hyannis compound” was the first I ever heard of, when I was a little kid. Then later, one of my best friends in HS had a family compound and I was in awe.
It was actually their country house, on a ranch, and each of the family members had their own houses spread out on different parts of it. What struck me was that they actually called it “the compound” and it even said the Blankety deBlank Family Compound out on the group mailbox closer to the highway.
Then another friend’s Mexican in-laws had a family compound in their border hometown - and it was *really* what I think of as a compound. Looked like the American embassy in Iran - all fortified, with guards walking the perimeter and razor wire on top of the walls. They were “la familia” in every sense of the word.