Today is my little sister’s birthday. Since she was born in 1954 (which makes her a bit more than three years younger than me) I will let you do the math.
I looked through various files and realized that I have only one photo of the two of us
which is firmly attached to the wall. It is also behind glass which should explain how I have managed to turn a black and white portrait from the 1950s into something that looks like an old fashion sepia print. No flash, no scan, and a limit of ISO 1600 without a tripod.
Neither of us are particularly interested in celebrating birthdays anymore. They are a mark of time passing. I think of them as getting older, but not necessarily as aging. Aging is what happens with whiskey and wine – there is a thought that the time spent is accomplishing an improvement. Time passing is more like a car – the years and the miles pile on. Some of them are easy years with smooth roads and little bad weather. Other times, you are pounded by tornadoes and hurricanes.
My sister has survived an amazing number of challenges in her life. She is honest, extremely hard working devoted to an insane dog and some silly birds. May her next five years be a lot easier than the last half dozen. After all – even as an adult, the only one who should get to pick on my little sister is me.
Happy Birthday to your sister. I love the photo of the two of you. Beautiful!
thank you this ranks second next to seeing you in person
but i was born in 54 and this was a favorite picture of mine.
i love you
well, so much for my math ability. Happy Birthday once again!
I love it. 🙂 Especially the last line. I wonder if my siblings would have liked me better if I picked on them sometimes.
You on the left?
@Bill
Yep. Photographer insisted on doing this without my glasses which meant that I couldn’t see a thing.
Does she still live in Colorado?
@Jane
No, she left the beautiful mountains of Colorado for the heat of Phoenix a number of years ago.
Egad- you and your little sister look remarkably like my little sister and I did at similar ages. Maybe it’s the fading of the photos?
You were SOooo cute!
Not exactly what I want to hear at my age (grin)
How about…seriously intelligent?