My youngest brother and sister are twins. She is 5 minutes older and for years lorded that fact over our brother. Now, not so much. They are in their mid-forties now and she doesn't want to be older anymore. So many stories here to tell. I only lived at home for their first 12 years, so some of the memories are from after I was married.
One memory that stands out is chicken pox. I got it over Christmas break in 2nd grade. Just younger brother got it two weeks later and the twins got it two weeks after that at age 6 months or so. I was able to go back to school on time which was probably a great relief to my mother who dealt with chicken pox for 6 weeks! I remember the itching, the baking soda baths, calamine lotion, and the fact that the twins got it so young.
Both brothers seemed to disappear after supper when it was their turn to do dishes. If I remember correctly, one girl and one boy did the dishes every other night. My sister and I both ended up doing the majority of the chore as both brothers needed the bathroom at the exact moment they were to help us with the dishes. Boys....
Another memory is of twin brother and eye surgery. My husband and I were in California, he on recruiting duty for the Army when Mother called to say he was to have eye surgery. One of his eyes wandered because the muscle needed reattaching. It may have been both eyes, that part I can't remember but I remember praying that he would come through it all right and that it would correct the problem. One of his grade school pictures shows just how bad it had gotten. It was indeed a success. Amazing what a simple surgery can do!
Dr. Pepper wars! When I would come home to visit and when we got out of the Army and lived with the folks for 6 weeks or so, I learned of the Dr. Pepper hoopla. It seems that Dr. Pepper was purchased for the twins on a weekly basis. They each were allowed so many but apparently brother took sister's when his ration ran out. For all I know, she did the same to him. It got to the fighting stage so someone, not sure who started it, would mark their initials on all the DP cans they were allowed for the week. So all cans had either his or her initials. Problem was, brother would still take sister's initialed cans. This caused yelling and hollering at each other and denial, denial, denial on the part of the accused. I suppose some of this may be exaggerated as I don't remember all the details. Just know that occasionally at a family get together the Dr. Pepper wars are mentioned.
More tomorrow on Saturday morning Nerf ball and Christmas eve!
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Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Starting Over
Inspired by my son, I have decided to begin posting to this blog again. I changed the color scheme from green to watermelon. I will eventually change the name of the blog. It started as posts for a library reason. Now it will be geared toward family maybe or personal, not quite sure yet.
So here goes.
Starting with my sister. She is a school teacher with two girls and a wonderful hubby. Her oldest just turned 15 and her youngest is 10. Both lovely girls, my nieces. My sister and I have become very close over the last 2 years. Pretty much due to my daughter and an ex-boyfriend that my sister and brother-in-law introduced to my daughter.
We stay close because we communicate, no longer about my daughter's love life, but about everything. We are nearly 8 years apart. Some of my memories of growing up revolve around my sister. She and I, being the girls in the family, were allowed to have our own bedrooms. But that did not mean that we slept in our own bedrooms. She would, invariably, on stormy nights in North Texas find her way to my bed. Our parents' made her ask permission, of course. She usually had to wait on me to return from a date to ask. When I married at 20, she was 12 so as my husband and I got to the serious stage, she had to stay up later and later to get "permission" and eventually she just got in my bed anyway. She will tell you something entirely different to be sure as neither of us recall anything 100% correctly anymore.
Amazingly, as adults, we never fight. Pretty sure I fought with all my siblings growing up except my youngest brother. A story for another day. We do tend to call each other for advice or just to have someone hear what we are saying . Don't get me wrong, our husbands are both great guys ready to listen to our woes. But there is something about telling your sister what's going on that is a comfort.
Last night I was in bed late and couldn't sleep. She texted me about something and I told her I was in bed but not sleeping. She said the same was true for her last night. We said a couple silly things and ended with LOL!!
So here goes.
Starting with my sister. She is a school teacher with two girls and a wonderful hubby. Her oldest just turned 15 and her youngest is 10. Both lovely girls, my nieces. My sister and I have become very close over the last 2 years. Pretty much due to my daughter and an ex-boyfriend that my sister and brother-in-law introduced to my daughter.
We stay close because we communicate, no longer about my daughter's love life, but about everything. We are nearly 8 years apart. Some of my memories of growing up revolve around my sister. She and I, being the girls in the family, were allowed to have our own bedrooms. But that did not mean that we slept in our own bedrooms. She would, invariably, on stormy nights in North Texas find her way to my bed. Our parents' made her ask permission, of course. She usually had to wait on me to return from a date to ask. When I married at 20, she was 12 so as my husband and I got to the serious stage, she had to stay up later and later to get "permission" and eventually she just got in my bed anyway. She will tell you something entirely different to be sure as neither of us recall anything 100% correctly anymore.
Amazingly, as adults, we never fight. Pretty sure I fought with all my siblings growing up except my youngest brother. A story for another day. We do tend to call each other for advice or just to have someone hear what we are saying . Don't get me wrong, our husbands are both great guys ready to listen to our woes. But there is something about telling your sister what's going on that is a comfort.
Last night I was in bed late and couldn't sleep. She texted me about something and I told her I was in bed but not sleeping. She said the same was true for her last night. We said a couple silly things and ended with LOL!!
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