Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Missing My Sis

When I was five and spoiled, and an only child and an only grandchild and niece on my mother's side, my baby sister came along and ruined everything. She was so cute and everyone was thrilled that she'd joined our family. I was too, though I really did have to take a back seat. I will say though, being the big sister made me feel really grown up. And nobody seemed to worry much about where I went or how long I was gone.

As a result, I visited the two old people who lived in a house that looked like it came out of a fairy tale at least once a day--and they always gave me cookies and milk.

I also hung out with the older kids who let me do all kinds of exciting and looking back, dangerous things with them.

I learned a secret way to get into one of my older friends' homes by crawling under the house and in through a crawl space to the kids' bedroom. If they weren't home, I often went in their to play. Once staying so long, my mom thought I'd been kidnapped. The grandfather of these kids figured out where I might be.

Now we're straying a bit from my sister, but it was mom's preoccupation with her that gave me all my freedom. Since nothing bad had happened to me, my mom continued to allow me to more or less come and go as I pleased, as long as I turned up on time for dinner.

During WWII when I was growing up, I told all my friends that my sister was a princess from Europe who'd been sent to live with us to keep her safe from the war. The only one who really believed this was my sister--and for years she thought she was adopted.

I married when I was right out of high school and moved across the country. And I really missed my family then. (That's a whole other story.) When we moved back home, I was thrilled to be around my sister again.

She married young too and we lived in separate places, but spent time talking on the phone.

For several years we lived in the same town (where I'm still living) as did my mom and dad. What a great time we had spending a lot of hours together, attending the same church, having out holiday gatherings together with both of our now large families.

One by one, my sisters grown kids moved with their families to Las Vegas in order to find jobs--and it wasn't long before my sister and her husband followed.

We make the trek to Vegas at least once a year to see my sis and her family, but it's not the same. Of course we email back and forth and talk on the phone.

Right now, though, she and her hubby are off on a cruise, and I'm really missing not having any contact with her at all. I hope they are having a wonderful time and I suspect they are. I'm anxious to hear all about it.

I'm really missing my sis.

Marilyn

1 comments:

Monti said...

What an absolutely lovely story, Marilyn. It gave me chills. I hope you'll write a book about that wonderful childhood!

I, too, had an amazing amount of freedom as a child. My mother had no idea where I was. Probably wouldn't happen today!

Monti
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