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from dawn until dusk

“Our brothers and sisters are there with us from the dawn of our personal stories to the inevitable dusk.”

~Susan Scarf Merrell

clashing patterns - loving sisters -

She reigns!

Miss National Guard - Farmington, New Mexico




no-stal-juh, -jee-uh, nuh

1. a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one’s life, to one’s home or homeland, or to one’s family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time: a nostalgia for his college days.
2. something that elicits or displays nostalgia.

“The first thing I did was get up and write to you.”

my lovely sister

Is solace anywhere more comforting than in the arms of a sister.
~Alice Walker

my beautiful little sister

As late as the 1960s, well-dressed women wore gloves.  We always wore short gloves and hats when we attended church (wearing a dress or suit – never never pants).

Gloves were a fashion statement. We wore long gloves for a formal evening.  Calf skin  gloves.  Satin gloves.  Cotton gloves.  Goat skin gloves.  I had an entire drawer layered with gloves.

My beautiful sister in a ruffled gown  displays her long white gloves.

Kidskin is an extremely soft, smooth, thin type of leather, made from the skins of milk-fed baby goats (kids). These kids are carefully raised so that they do not eat herbiage (which will change the texture of the skin in undesirable ways), or get bruised or scratched, so that their skins remain perfect and smooth. Kid leather is used for fine-grained, glace-finished (that is, grain finishing, a process in which a smooth, shiny finish is made on the topside of the skin by soft buffing or polishing on plush wheels) gloves, and kid gloves are often dyed so that the inside of the glove remains white. The traditional color for the kid glove – the default color, as it were – is white or some other related shade like ivory or taupe, and this color was and is especially favored for formal wear, but other colors, such as black, red, blue and brown have also found favor.

Are gloves making a comeback?  I love the look of gloves with any outfit; guess I will look for an empty drawer in hubby’s chest.


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Bless you, my darling,

and remember you are always in the heart –

oh tucked so close there is no chance of escape –

of your sister.

~Katherine Mansfield

You Were Always Mom’s Favorite

Deborah Tannen interviewed more than a hundred women for her book You Were Always Mom’s Favorite.

The subtitle is “Sisters in Conversation throughout Their Lives.”

It has been some time since I read about the Delaney sisters and Tannen references these ladies in the preface of her book:

“No one is closer than a sister who shares your family, your past, your memories.  That connection is always there, whether you live together your whole lives, as the Delanys did, or see each other rarely or not at all–even if one has passed away.  And sisters are also immutably arrayed by age, with resulting differences in influence and power that also endure, in obvious or subtle ways, throughout their lives.  Those two dynamics, power and connection, work together and can’t be pulled apart: The Delany sisters’ lifelong devotion was inseparable from the fact that one was younger and the other older–and therefore protective, and maybe a tad judgmental.”

I am several years older than my sister and perhaps that is why we didn’t have any of the problems that I’ve read about in Tannen’s book.  Also, my sister and I both know that our brother was everyone’s favorite!

I enjoy my sister and I appreciate her.  I love her and cannot imagine a life without her.  [And, as I wrote above – our brother was our mom’s favorite – our dad’s favorite – and we absolutely adored/adore him!]

This is an interesting book even though I couldn’t relate to the segments about competition and/or anger.  For some reason (again – perhaps because of the large age difference), I’ve not experienced that with my sister.

Excerpt from the book:

I read accounts of dire circumstances where sisters literally kept each other alive by their mutual presence.  A Dutch woman who was with Anne Frank and her sister Margot in a concentration camp provides two examples, her own and Ann Frank’s, with starkly different endings.  Janny Brandes-Brilleslijper became gravely ill with typhus, but she survived because she kept herself going in order to keep her sister, who was even sicker, alive.  “Anne was sick, too,” she recalls, “but she stayed on her feet until Margot died; only then did she give in to her illness.”

. . . Few of us confront circumstances this desperate, but I heard many moving accounts of sisters coming through in times of crisis.  Joy, for example, drew courage from her sisters’ presence when she underwent emergency surgery to save her life.  It happened suddenly: One moment she was walking down the street, the next thing she knew she was regaining consciousness in a hospital bed.  “When I woke up,” Joy recalls, “my three sisters were standing there, side by side, like linebackers.”

. . . In Bible [stories] and the folk song [by Peggy Seeger about “Two Sisters”] — and in many other tales from legend and popular culture–the preferred sister is not only prettier but also younger.

{Now, as the Older sister  – ‘younger, prettier sister’  rings a bell!  . . . but I repeat: our brother was definitely the preferred one . . . perhaps because he was so dadgum good and sweet . . . and he still is . . .}