My sister Phyllis is seating holding my squalling sister, Connie. I am the beautifully groomed girl standing in the back row. Mother made me wear that skirt and pink blouse I had just gotten that day for Christmas. She made them. The top button was the only one left by the time this picture was made. The hem was ripped out of the skirt. That’s what happens when you play football in a dress.
Me and my cousin Cathy. I was the tall kid.
I’ve been fortunate enough to have lots of cousins, more than forty on my father’s side of the family. Some of them were great friends and partners in crime, some were object lessons, preparing me for life, and many are great fodder for my storytelling. I am grateful for all of them. There were always plenty for two ball teams. The little ones made great bases!
There were five of us born about a year apart, three girls and two boys, my first friends. We played, fought, and grew up together. I often spent the night with Sue or Cathy. It was common for our families to visit on Saturdays and again on Sunday, so there was lots of kid-swapping. We loved it. More often than not, it was late when we collapsed and ending sleeping in our clothes on pallets on the floor.
Of course, as we grew up and started families, we drifted apart, occasionally meeting at a family gathering, where we’d catch up a bit, making fruitless plans to get together. The old feelings were there, just put on a shelf.
Now that we are older, we are starting to rekindle our relationships. It is lovely.
I’ve enjoyed watching my Mom reunite with her cousins in the ‘golden years’, and enjoyed getting to know them myself. I hope to do the same with my own cousins! More to come, I hope?
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I really understand. I come from a big cousinry too.
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Fun isn’t it.
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That’s wonderful! A bond that grew with all of you. Also you were more of a boy as kid … just like me… I loverd to play with the boys with cars, buliding tree houses and stuff …
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Oh yes. I never played with girl stuff. I was a rowdy kid.
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Someone to steel horses with… as we say over here… 😃
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It was so much fun.
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How wonderful and lucky for you. I had none of the above. Now I have four siblings three children among us and six grandchildren. The family name will be the next thing to disappear as the family is all females except for one son and one grandson who bear other names. ❤ 😀
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The spirit is what matters. My mother was a Holdaway. Her direct line is gone.
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I suppose it happens more than I imagined.
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That IS lovely.
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Thanks.
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“the little ones made great bases”…love this. ☺
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Ha!
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I like your pictures. I like old black and white photos.
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I do too
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I know what you mean about the fruitless plans to get together more often, life just seems to get in the way.
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What a shame we have to make a living!
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A great cousins picture and story. It inspired me to post a great family reunion/cousins picture from ’56.
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Please send me link. Love your stories.
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Ok this ought to stir you up a little!
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How lucky you are!!!!!!!!! I’ve got no siblings, no cousins…. no family, if you remember what happened to my only daughter… Enjoy a lot!!!!! It’s normal that for a while you didn’t meet so frecuently…work.
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I wish you could share mine. At least you can enjoy my stories.
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Just thought of something. Have you read this series about my mother?
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LOL!!!!!!! Hahahahahah… your mother and you are a good pair!!!!!! I’d like to have somebody near me to spend such good times!!!!!!!
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I’d love to know you
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