My twin sisters were about two or three years old in this picture, which means that I was around nine or ten.
I loved my baby sisters more than anything. Loved being their “big sissy.” For almost seven years I was a lonely only child. From the time I learned how to pray, my number one prayer was asking God to send me a sister or brother. When my mom had twin girls after years of not being able to have a baby due to endometriosis, I thought my prayers had done that. And I believed that God loved me so much, He sent me not just one baby sister, but two!
Our mother ended up having a total of seven children, including me. The youngest was born when I was almost eighteen. I don’t think my prayers caused all of that, lol.
This picture was sent to me about a month ago by my dad’s half sister. My “half aunt” is almost exactly my age. She was born two days after me. Julie (not her real name) and I saw each other a lot when we were very young. But when we were twelve and my parents divorced, we lost touch.
Phone calls were long distance and email did not exist back then. During the past four weeks, my late father’s half sister and I have had an amazing conversation through email. She isn’t the same little girl that I knew in the late 1950s and early to mid 1960s, not at all!
The way that my half-aunt found me and contacted me on December 13 is an interesting story. That will be my next post…
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What a treasure to have this new, budding relationship!
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What gorgeous little girls!
Twins; how exciting!
(You know what They say about be careful what you wish for; LOL!)
I, too, can’t wait to hear more / the rest of your story. How wonderful that must be, getting back in touch with someone special to you after so many years.
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You are beginning to tell a nice new story but I can’t help but think that the three of you young girls look so normal and like you came from a well adjusted household. Hard to believe the 3 of you, plus the others not yet born, were victims of gassing. I do believe it though.
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There were a lot of hard to believe things that happened in my childhood home, Ruby. After I posted this picture earlier today, I got to thinking that the title I chose for this post, about GOOD childhood memories, was perhaps a poor choice for a title. Because I remember so many horrific things that happened during this time — and before this time — and after.
But the good part of my childhood was the way that my prayers were answered and my baby sisters, and later my little brothers, were born. I loved them so much. I felt like they were my own babies. That’s why I was smiling so big. And those are truly wonderful memories.
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And you were big too darling, with a big warm spirit even all that trauma couldn’t take that spirit down. Maybe because of my own experience, I don’t find it hard to believe what a seemingly good looking child tells me about what’s going on behind that ‘good looking’. I am equally waiting for part two. Hugs
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Dear Marie, thank so much for understanding.
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Great blog love you xoxoxoxo
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I love you too, dear awesome husband. 💘💘💘
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