by Ann Scott

Created on: September 03, 2008   Last Updated: October 31, 2008

What a wonderful relationship is sisterhood. I and my sister just younger than I am were raised together. There were four years between us, but we were close enough in age that neither of us felt that we knew more than the other. We were raised on the farm, and hardly got the chance to go to town, as Daddy always did that and took care of most of the shopping. Mom stayed home and watched over and took care of us kids.

Our parents, especially Dad, were tough on us, and we were not allowed to do a lot of things that perhaps other children were allowed to do. We made our own fun, and sometimes were very creative. Our brother was three years younger than my sister and seven years younger than I was. We sometimes treated him badly since he was quite a lot younger, and also, he was a boy. We didn't need a little tag along brother to bother with. He has always loved to tell the story of when he was very small, how we sat him up on a high stump and ran off and left him. That sounds bad, but we didn't go very far away, and I'm not sure that that story is even true. I don't really remember doing that.

Growing up, Sister and I were very close. We had few friends while we were kids, other than each other, and we did everything together. We got in trouble together, played together, and studied together when we were in school. We fought a lot, as siblings normally do, but we were also best friends. We shared secrets about boy friends (most of the time the boys did not know that they were that) but it didn't matter to us.

When we were very young girls, we played dolls together, and we had pets that we sometimes used for our babies. I remember one time we had a pet rabbit. We both had a rubber doll that our grandmother had gotten for us, and we were playing Mommy and Babies. One of us used our doll for the baby, and the other one used the rabbit. We wrapped them in blankets and put them to bed to sleep. Later, when we came back to check on them, the rabbit had chewed up the fingers on the doll, and parts of its fingers were missing.

One summer, we had pet roosters. In the summer we would sit on a blanket spread out on the ground, and hold those old roosters and play with them. The chickens enjoyed being our playmates, or at least it seemed that they did. They never did complain.

When we were teenagers we took up guitar and singing. We would sing and play most all day. We dreamed of becoming country and western stars. We sang at church, and sometimes we would sing at school functions

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