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Brothers and Sisters are Great!

I was blessed to grow up in a large family. Being the oldest of six children, at the very least, taught me to have patience. We had to compromise and share, take turns and support each other. I had participants, often unwilling ones, for my plays and shows and circuses. There was always someone around to play with or go exploring with, if we were camping. I went to many "a" baseball game and they got to enjoy many "a" jazz hand at "Hi's" performances.

These days we get to come together to visit and watch our own offspring play with each other. Cousins are great to, but that may be a post for another day. For the longer distanced ones we get to Skype and talk on the phone and look forward to visits from them while hoping that some day we will get to visit them.

I think that the time I was most thankful for having a lot of siblings was when our beloved father passed away. We mourned together, planned together and remembered together. A favorite activity for my children is when we get together each November with all of my siblings (minus the ones who moved to Alaska recently) to rake leaves, trim bushes and clean up my mom's yard. We have done this together ever since my dad has passed away.

(I really did write this yesterday, but I was hoping to get back to it and write a little bit about each of my amazing siblings. That will have to be another post for another day).

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