Pssst... I know you're not going to believe this,
but I have a 50 year old brother who is younger than me.
I know, I know...but it's true.
but I have a 50 year old brother who is younger than me.
I know, I know...but it's true.
My first recollection of this interference with my solitude at the Huizing House
was soon after he was born and placed in the baby buggy.
My Mother had this little seat that was clamped across the top
and away we'd go.
Miles and miles of walking.
Up hills, down hills, 'round hills.
I don't know if we had to walk so much because he was such a "crier" or if my Mother needed some fresh air.
was soon after he was born and placed in the baby buggy.
My Mother had this little seat that was clamped across the top
and away we'd go.
Miles and miles of walking.
Up hills, down hills, 'round hills.
I don't know if we had to walk so much because he was such a "crier" or if my Mother needed some fresh air.
It was clear, right from the beginning, that this bundle of joy was set on scrutinizing EVERYTHING.
Oh, I could tell you stories; like when he hid in a metal garbage can on a summer day (with the lid on) for hours;
or when he sat behind my Mother at the dentist, slowly, silently, deliberately unscrewing the head piece off until her head snapped back with a sudden jolt.
(Fortunately she didn't lose any teeth)
He has always been a mischievous one and I'm sure that hasn't changed.
Oh, I could tell you stories; like when he hid in a metal garbage can on a summer day (with the lid on) for hours;
or when he sat behind my Mother at the dentist, slowly, silently, deliberately unscrewing the head piece off until her head snapped back with a sudden jolt.
(Fortunately she didn't lose any teeth)
He has always been a mischievous one and I'm sure that hasn't changed.
For most of our younger/adolescent years, we were a musical duet.
He the trumpet, me the piano.
Church, school, family...you name it. You asked. We played.
And played. And played. And played.
It's no wonder none of our children have any serious musical interest.
We had enough for all 8 of them.
His talents, of course, go beyond music.
He's fun to be around and full of energy.
(How else would he be able to spend all that time with
Youth Groups?)
His laugh is contagious and seldom do you see him without a smile.
He's a good listener and knows how to sympathize/empathize.
He the trumpet, me the piano.
Church, school, family...you name it. You asked. We played.
And played. And played. And played.
It's no wonder none of our children have any serious musical interest.
We had enough for all 8 of them.
His talents, of course, go beyond music.
He's fun to be around and full of energy.
(How else would he be able to spend all that time with
Youth Groups?)
His laugh is contagious and seldom do you see him without a smile.
He's a good listener and knows how to sympathize/empathize.
Married on Christmas Eve,
(really?...I think I slept through Christmas 1988)
he is now a wonderful Father to 4 beautiful children
and a devoted husband to a wife who literally goes to
the ends of the earth for him.
Unfortunately, he lives in Canada now, on Prince Edward Island,
so I don't get to see him much,
but I hope to visit with him some time.
Boy, we've come a long way.
Happy Birthday.
And welcome to the Nifty Fifty Group.
(really?...I think I slept through Christmas 1988)
he is now a wonderful Father to 4 beautiful children
and a devoted husband to a wife who literally goes to
the ends of the earth for him.
Unfortunately, he lives in Canada now, on Prince Edward Island,
so I don't get to see him much,
but I hope to visit with him some time.
Boy, we've come a long way.
Happy Birthday.
And welcome to the Nifty Fifty Group.
Thanks for your 'ode' to our fun together....but you left out the part when we were kids and pretended that we were "boyfriend & girlfriend"....oh and so many other awesome memories now that I reminisce about it....thanks, it was sweet of you to take a bit of your time to travel together down memory lane!
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