My sister

The first picture is of my sister and I probably taken in 1955 or 1956. She was 17 or 18 and I was 4 or 5. I believe the photographer came to our home and took the picture. Notice the wallpaper so typical of the 1940's and 1950's. Also notice our white collars. It was very popular to wear a detachable collar with sweaters and dresses during this time. My sister was the best sister when we were growing up. She would sometimes let me tag along with her and her friends when they went to a ballgame, the movies, or even to the A and W drive in for a frosty mug of root beer. I remember going in to her closet and getting out her can-cans (petticoats) and putting them on to play dress up. I used one of my belts to keep them up and always found a pair of her high heels and possibly a tiara to wear, too. One autumn I had fallen in love with a beautiful bride doll at our local hardware store. Every time we went to town, I would head to the hardware store, climb the stairs to the second floor toy department, and gaze lovingly at my dream doll. She was in a glass case so I couldn't touch her, all I could do was stare at her and dream about her. Well, one day I came home from school and there on our dining room table was a beautifully wrapped package and inside was my bride doll. My sister had bought her for me. Through the years, Myra and I have always been close and even more so now. She and I are both retired and live only a few miles apart. We are enjoying getting to go and get a hamburger together or even doing a little shopping. We hope to travel and see some of the beautiful places in our wonderful land of the United States of America. As I told you in an earlier post, Myra lives in a wonderful retirement village. She teaches crafts to the ladies at the village each week. The last picture is of a heart pillow she made me for my retirement. I love hearts and roses so you can see she knows me well. I have decided to sit it on a wicker chair in my sunroom so I can look at it often and remember my sister and her loyalty and her friendship through all of my life. I cannot speak of my sister and I without also paying tribute to our wonderful parents, Dibb and Roween Smith. They raised us well with lots of love and many happy memories. Myra and I miss them terribly, but we know they are in heaven and their kind spirits still surround us with love to this very day. Thank you for coming by for a visit today. May you have a very happy rest of the week as you remember your loved ones and those you hold near and dear to your heart.