This photo is of my sister Andi and me when we lived in the Panana Canal Zone. The year is probably 1966. I always felt very protective of her as you can tell by the solid hand grip. A year or so later, when we were back in the US, there was an eclipse of the sun and I heard somewhere that if you looked directly at the sun, you would go blind. I kept my little sister in our basement playroom all day long with the curtains drawn just to make sure she wouldn't accidently look at the sun. It was a arduous task keeping her indoors but I taught her how to tell time and believed myself to have saved her eyesight that day. If you have a sister story, please tell it here. :-)
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Sisters
This photo is of my sister Andi and me when we lived in the Panana Canal Zone. The year is probably 1966. I always felt very protective of her as you can tell by the solid hand grip. A year or so later, when we were back in the US, there was an eclipse of the sun and I heard somewhere that if you looked directly at the sun, you would go blind. I kept my little sister in our basement playroom all day long with the curtains drawn just to make sure she wouldn't accidently look at the sun. It was a arduous task keeping her indoors but I taught her how to tell time and believed myself to have saved her eyesight that day. If you have a sister story, please tell it here. :-)
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I will post a sister story soon, but in the meantime I really must remark on how stunning we looked in our little bikinis! Really, who knew that we could wear all those little ruffles in such a ... ruffly... way.
I'm the same way about my younger sister. I am extremely protective of her, and I think a good part of it is because she is developmentally disabled and couldn't always protect herself. There are a lot of stories, but one in particular is I used to beat up kids on the playground when they called her "retard." It used to make her cry every time someone called her that, and I didn't like it when my little sister cried. I was about 6 years old, and I remember beating up this 8 year old boy because he called her that (well, I did the 6-year-old version of a beat up which was a lot of shoving and kicking). He ended up falling over something on the playground and broke his arm. His father was going to press charges against me, and Mum panicked (she was a single mum). Until my sister, the one I protected, said something brilliant and unexpected. She said to the boy "You got beaten up by my sister." And she started laughing. It was then when the father realized is 8-year-old son was beaten up by a 6-year-old girl, and he didn't want that getting out. To this day, whenever I'm in a scrap - my little sister, the one I have always tried to protect - always manages to come up with something brilliant and timely to say which gets me out of scraps or jars me back to reality. I know full well she protects me just as much as I protect her.
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