tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post8346148878897253431..comments2024-03-18T09:38:38.889-07:00Comments on Eye on the Edge: My wonderful siblingsDJanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152183871573797791noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-84645089145011975952017-03-04T06:27:42.038-08:002017-03-04T06:27:42.038-08:00Hi DJan, I enjoyed reading about your siblings and...Hi DJan, I enjoyed reading about your siblings and how life’s journey tied you all together. When you said, “I'm sure that I've written about my siblings before, but they are on my mind today…” I had to wonder if there was some telepathy going on amongst your blogging friends, well, at least you and me. I say that because last Sunday I was feeling down having lost my only sibling, my older sister, just a couple of days earlier. At the same time I was thinking of how you help seniors prepare for the end and I was hoping my sister and niece and nephew had consulted someone like you so that final arrangements would go smoothly. My sister lived to be 85 and had a full, wonderful life. Her last few years were complicated by a fall in her home which left her hospitalized for two weeks. She never fully recovered. Another coincidence last weekend happened when I found an interesting article on the web by Parker J. Palmer called “Withering Into the Truth”. http://onbeing.org/blog/withering-into-the-truth/? Palmer is a Quaker elder, educator, activist, and founder of the Center for Courage & Renewal. In his article he offers six life lessons he has learned. From the sixth lesson, which I found very encouraging, he said, “I have no idea what, if anything, I will learn from dying. This is all I know for sure: I have no bad memories of wherever I came from when I arrived on this planet, so I have no good reason to fear where I’m going when I depart.” Thanks, as always, DJan. JohnJohn's Islandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03618219887687125402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-520035304648451802017-02-27T13:13:41.327-08:002017-02-27T13:13:41.327-08:00Oh yes, how treasured are those memories and those...Oh yes, how treasured are those memories and those old photographs! You have such a big family - lucky gal! I'm one of 3 girls, and I was certainly not planned, but always told I was a much-loved surprise. My oldest sister is 20 years older than me, and my other sister is 13 years older than me. I was close to neither one growing up, but had more in common with their children. Since the death of our parents, we've grown apart even more. I have no contact with my middle sister, and only occasionally see my oldest sister. I wish it were different, but it is what it is. They're my family and I love them, just don't have much in common.C-ingspotshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17744931697050670013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-73785998655291395482017-02-27T12:29:12.148-08:002017-02-27T12:29:12.148-08:00What fun it would be to in the same room as you an...What fun it would be to in the same room as you and all of your siblings. As I read through this, I thought of how families made up of more than three or four children usually have nicknames for each other. It is always interesting to hear where these names came from. I loved hearing about the names you and your siblings have. <br /><br />Your family is beautiful. You were blessed to have so many siblings, but it is sad that we age, we don't see our siblings as much. Thanks for sharing these great memories. Sally Wesselyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06470453773515491625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-58888369931896145342017-02-27T09:56:49.356-08:002017-02-27T09:56:49.356-08:00Thank you for the introduction to your siblings. Y...Thank you for the introduction to your siblings. You painted a very clear picture. What a large family you enjoyed and thanks to media, still can. You haven't really changed all that much. I could have picked you out.<br /> Arkansas Pattihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14156004753267665579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-3930996159847283392017-02-27T09:44:18.025-08:002017-02-27T09:44:18.025-08:00Even when you are born closer together you can hav...Even when you are born closer together you can have very different memories.<br />What a beautiful family! :)Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02043285884495492598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-7046354074075275722017-02-27T08:48:26.747-08:002017-02-27T08:48:26.747-08:00Sofia was Ernestina's mom.Sofia was Ernestina's mom.Buzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17820913066052044418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-12264003482018587552017-02-26T22:47:34.428-08:002017-02-26T22:47:34.428-08:00You have a very nice family. Blessed you are.You have a very nice family. Blessed you are.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-28634495069801944012017-02-26T19:27:44.811-08:002017-02-26T19:27:44.811-08:00I wondered where you were going with this post but...I wondered where you were going with this post but you concluded it with what is today. Names are funny when it comes to family. I've done a post on our family names. My dad always called me grandfather. None of my siblings called me grandfather. I WAS THE OLDEST SO YOU KNOW WHEE dAD GOT THE GRANDFATHER IDEA.Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17996243850279671523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-25822138037012121532017-02-26T17:49:39.977-08:002017-02-26T17:49:39.977-08:00Nice to meet your great group of siblings all toge...Nice to meet your great group of siblings all together!The Furry Gnomehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02485265576983125216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-43505776164905109842017-02-26T14:50:11.332-08:002017-02-26T14:50:11.332-08:00What a beautiful family! And a testament to your ...What a beautiful family! And a testament to your parents that you are a close bunch.<br /><br />Have a great week!Gigihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05467164195744234746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-6883316265726372922017-02-26T14:04:32.202-08:002017-02-26T14:04:32.202-08:00You've really brought your siblings to life in...You've really brought your siblings to life in this post. I can tell you have lots of good memoriesLinda Myershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05706455533282204519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-62580961115448933422017-02-26T11:17:48.203-08:002017-02-26T11:17:48.203-08:00Interesting names and nick names. Some families u...Interesting names and nick names. Some families used nicknames more than others. <br />Some of my memories are different from my brother who is three and a half years younger than me, it just depends on what your brain retains. I read recently that when we sleep at night our brain off loads the unimportant stuff. <br />I am very close to both of my brothers...not so much my sister who is 16 years younger than me. Times change she grew up differently than I did. <br />Have a good Sunday! :) Far Side of Fiftyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07995757632158408442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-89173248186150173592017-02-26T09:55:17.345-08:002017-02-26T09:55:17.345-08:00You were fortunate to have so many siblings. Such ...You were fortunate to have so many siblings. Such a great family. Social media has helped us keep in touch with the younger generations for sure. So sorry you lost your sister at such a young age.<br /><br />Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-71270687230098640122017-02-26T08:51:26.362-08:002017-02-26T08:51:26.362-08:00My siblings remember things differently than I and...My siblings remember things differently than I and I move away across the ocean and across the continent, so their memories are better than mine of my parents later years. I guess I am the black sheep being so out of touch.Taborhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-64289976806623278042017-02-26T08:11:52.484-08:002017-02-26T08:11:52.484-08:00I enjoyed reading about your siblings.
I am one of...I enjoyed reading about your siblings.<br />I am one of seven, five of us surviving. I am the second oldest, sandwiched between my two surviving sisters. Number four, Penny Ann, was born with Downs Syndrome, was institutionalized at age six, and died at age 41. Our youngest sister, Betty Jo, number seven in the line up, dies of alcohol poisoning at age 33, after a troubled life. That leaves me with two sisters and two brothers, most of which live in the PNW.<br />My younger sister has been much on my mind because of our very different political philosophies in these turbulent times. I have been open about our disagreements, and she has responded, each tiptoeing carefully so as not to break the bond of sisterhood. <br />It seems that growing up together does not mean we have all the same memories. I have been impressed by how differently we remember the same events. I think that, just as now we see things differently due to our personalities, so did we back then in our childhoods. Linda Reederhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07665601809156707572noreply@blogger.com