First I was thrilled to have another sister. Mind you, I’m not lacking in the sister department. I have adequately tormented two sisters for all there lives but, this is a new one. Poor girl, she has no idea. With an older sister, there are advantages. They can tell you all about girls. (No, I don't have them figured out yet!) When you are down, there is nothing better than five minutes on the phone with your big sister. I have gone along just fine with younger sisters however, an older sister, this is new. I probably scared the girl by talking a hundred miles an hour (California talk) to a poor girl that talks half speed (that’s Maine talk). In the beginning she was just warming up, now she can keep up with the west coast speed.
And she says, oh by the way, you have another sister. . . . ...... OMG (that’s young people talk for Oh My God) But my battery is gonna die.
The ancestry dude in me went into high gear. One thousand questions, a 3 by 5 inch piece of paper, a pencil, and one knee. (I never use a pencil, they poke holes in paper???) I’m writing as fast as I can, is she married, what is her birthday, is she married (oops), I mean does she have any kids, what’s there names, when were they born, who’s her daddy? She is talking the Maine talk speed but the California speed can only write at 25 percent of Maine speed.
Yes a husband and kids and living in Maine. Another Maineac? Kids, grand kids, a nurse, in the Army, (Well that tells me a whole bunch. Guess I'm goinna have to break out my curse words that I learned while riding aircraft carriers. I have an enormous amount of respect for anyone that serves our Country, specially the girls. They not only have to put up with the enemy but, they have to put up with all the boys on our side too.) I’m writing, poking holes in my leg, can’t read what I just wrote and she had the audacity to say
“And you have another . . . . . .”
To Be Continued . . . . . . .