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This morning my good friend Linda (known as “Sunshine” to those of you who read the comments on this blog) sent me a poignantly beautiful forward about “sisters” who include all the kindred spirited women in our lives:  sibling sisters, friends, mothers, grandmothers, daughters, granddaughters, cousins, etc.

This forward amazed me, as for several days I’ve been thinking of posting the above picture and adding some thoughts on sisters.  Like “iron sharpening iron” Linda inspired me.

The circa 1938 portrait of two sisters features me (the little one on the left) and my sister Ardis–the raving beauty.  Ardis turned many guys’ heads before she married Bob.  I recall trying to compete with my sister when I was eight years old and she was sweet sixteen.  I had seen just enough of Hollywood to have romance on my juvenile mind.  Since I knew I couldn’t access my main crush–Tyrone Power, whom I’d idolized ever since I’d “met” him in  BLOOD AND SAND–I concentrated on the entourage of young fellows who dogged my sister’s steps. 

These swains were not swashbuckling matadors like my screen story hero, but hey–they were guys!  They hung around our home a lot, and often chatted with me.  While I deluded myself into pretending the boys thought I was really neat, they were actually just trying to worm information out of me about my sister.  Ultimately, our wise mother saw through this subterfuge and put a stop to it.

As I grew older, I became less of a pest–and Ardis and I became good friends.  She died in 1997, and I have thought of her nearly every day since.  Meanwhile, over the years I’ve been blessed with many other sisters:  mother, grandmothers, daughters, granddaughters, cousins, nieces, friends.  To all of you, as well as to my new sisters–those blog readers whom I’ve never met in person–I’m directing my loving tribute.

I treasure family memories, some of which are preserved in sepia like the above portrait.  And I treasure those memories in process, the ones we “sisters” are building as we share our joys and sorrows.

Margaret L. Been–All Rights Reserved

NOTE:  God’s grace is boundless!  Just this morning, as I was writing this entry, a sister whom I haven’t seen for years called on the phone–and we had a very special time filling in the gaps.  Thank you, Florence!  🙂

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