I was a real pain to my oldest sister as she entered into the teens years. I was the little brat who snooped and giggled when her friends came over to dance together in the the living room. I was a brat to sister number two as well. I went through a phase where I would dig up worms and put them on her. Once I put pillows under the covers on her bed to look like a person and caused her to shriek uncontrollably.
Sisters one and three shared a room together and they had regular knock down drag out fights late at night. Their main riffs were because older sister number one wanted the lights on to read but the younger sister number three wanted the lights off so she could sleep. They would wake up the entire house hollering at each other.
Sister 1 after she married and was pregnant with her first child. The other one is me in mysuper awkward teenage hood. I was all of maybe 15.
Sisters one and two were often at odds with each other probably because they were so close in age. They almost came into the world on top of each other. One sister who will remain nameless threw a tuna sandwich at the other one during one of their epic battles. The mushy thing slid down the living roomwall right by the light switch. Those two never seemed to get along especially in the teen years because they were very different people possessing diverse ideology. One sister had two long pigtails, wore jeans and flannel shirts. She bordered on being a hippie. The other one loved basketball, politics, and was a bit of women's lib freak. She was a Noxema junkie who smeared that stuff religiously on her ivory skin and was a lot more reserved in her style of dress and demeanor.
All four of us fought over who got the newspaper first. This was in the days when there was no internet and the newspaper was what everyone read every single day. The newspaper man drove a white VW bug and threw the paper into the yard. We would race out the door and down the front steps to see who got to it first. We had our favorite parts and it was torture to wait to get to read "Dear Abby', the sports section, the editorials, or even the comic section. We also fought over clothing. Someone would "borrow" something without asking. We fought about what we watched on television. We had one small black and white television with all of three channels. There was really seldom anything worth watching but that didn't stop the squabbling.
Our worst disagreements were over the bathroom. One sister loved filling the tub up with water and reading her library book for several hours while she soaked. That behavior did not go over well with the rest of us who at some point just needed the toilet. Our daddy was the main bathroom hog but no one ever said anything to him about his bathroom abuses. There were quarrels over seating in the car although I never was involved in that one. I was always squashed in the front between Mama and Daddy, one of the "privileges" of being the youngest.
I don't always remember the reasons for most of our fights but we were pretty volatile and loud with each other especially as we all entered the teen years. Mama and Daddy seldom interfered with our disagreements. The outbursts would peter into nothingness and we still maintained an affection and unity as sisters.
We had great times talking, laughing and just being together. My older sisters told me things about life that my stoic parents would have never divulged. I was able to piece together from those conversations all of the important information of the "birds and the bees" talk that should have come from my parents.
My oldest sister bordered on trying to spoil me after she went away to college. She bought me a special bracelet that was decorated with dainty little flowers. She would indulge me by taking me to the store to buy special treats as well. One Christmas she bought me a chemistry set, something my parents would have never considered to be worth the money.
Sister two would often pick me up from junior high so that I did not have to ride the hideous school bus home. Sister two and I shared a bedroom that we decorated ourselves by painting the walls antique yellow and putting down a golden shag carpet. This sister went away to New York University. When she would come back home for visits we would talk long into the night even though there were five years difference in our ages. When I went away to college she would send me money as an act of kindness. She knew what it was like to have only change to your name while in school.
Sister 3 and one of her cars. I wish I had that car now.
Sisters two and three shared a one bedroom apartment and a car together in their early twenties. They worked on different shifts so they even shared the same bed. They were privy to each other's secrets and had a lot of adventures together just trying to make it in the great big world. They became extremely close friends and allies in that period of their lives.
Sister three and I were close enough in age that in our teen years she often let me tag along. I went with her to friend's houses and was often included in social things just because she was my sister. She drove me around several years before I was able to get my license. Sister three was always much more gregarious and social than her plain younger sister who was more into academics and seeing life through the serious lens. Because of my awkward shyness I would have had boring teenage years apart from sister three.
|Our sister who passed away.|
|The day of our dad's funeral. Old lady sisters!!!|
Our parents are gone and we are all entering the old lady stage. Over time no matter how many miles or how much time separates us, we always pick right back up where we left off. We share much of the same DNA but we also share the quirkiness of our home, our parents and our relatives. No one in the world can understand those "growing up years" like my silly sisters.
None of our former squabbles matter anymore. We are all still very different people but we share a lot of commonality. Now, I would gladly give my sisters any of my clothes, or let them watch anything on television, or give them the newspaper first. I would still fight them for the bathroom though.