My sisters
As I head towards 50 I want to say some thank yous
A photo comes to mind when I think of my two sisters, both older than I. I was about 8 they would have been 9 and 11. My mother had decided to take us to the local photographer for some photos. We didn’t see many weddings as kids so this was an occasion for which we dressed up. We did dress up every Sunday for Sunday school.
No one perhaps knows how it was for growing up for a kid as those who shared the experience. It is a kind of inside knowledge that never permeates outside. It doesn’t require words it is just known.
My oldest sister was the firstborn grandchild of my paternal grandmother and seemed to spend a lot of time with her. My other sister seemed to have the same effect on my maternal grandmother. That said I would spend more time with my ‘nearest in age sister’ in the care of my maternal grandmother.
Those were the day when grandparents looked after the kids when there was no one else.
I often think our childhood was like three kids who were put on board a ship for a journey that would take 16 years. We got off at different ports when adulthood beckoned. When we meet now our reconnection is based on the stories from the journey.
Without doubt, they influenced me but perhaps more so I get an understanding of myself by understanding them.
Best day,
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