Here I go. My first blog post. My baby sister does it so well. Up until this point, I would settle for her to communicate "our" feelings, our perspectives, our history. Yet, I want to give a try. She is an exemplar to look up to.
At any rate, speaking of sisters, I have two of them. One older, one younger; you guessed it, I'm in the middle! Always have been, always will be. It didn't help, as we were growing up, as the birth order line-up put me in the middle, so were my looks different. I was brunette, medium skinned and taller, relatively speaking. They were fair haired, peach skinned and petite. I often wondered if I really belonged in this group of girls. I know now there is no doubt I do belong.
I was a part of the family, but because I looked different, I felt different. Reflections from my older sister tell me that Mama knew I felt this way and worked hard to make me feel like a part of the family. Pink Gingham dresses represent what my mother knew all along. We have a very precious picture of all of us, her included, dressed for Easter in pink gingham dresses. My oldest sister was about 12, I was 4, the youngest was 2. The fact she had sewn them all was not that big a deal then, but what I would give to have those dresses now! She was an awesome seamstress and made us many other dresses through the years. But, on that Easter Sunday, we were all dressed alike, by the design of my precious, gifted Mother.
It continues to this day....dressing alike that is. When the three of us get together during holidays, etc, we often are color coordinated in some fashion. It has happened more than once. I guess we will always be that way.
Pink Gingham Dresses.
