Oh my …When I look at this photo, I have a flood of memories!  First off, this is my sister Robin, then about five, along with me, about ten at the time.  Isn’t it interesting how a photo can trigger so many memories? Let’s start with the hair. Yes, Robin and I seem to have twin do’s here, courtesy of our mom, Ginny.  Mom always made sure that unruly hair of ours was somewhat under control, as best as she could. It really doesn’t look too bad here, but trust me, we had (and still do have ) unruly hair! Wavy is the word. For some reason it’s pretty smooth in this photo, but my main memory of that hair of ours was Mom’s method of getting it under control… lots of brushing as those snarls had to go, and Mom was not exactly gentle as she did it, bless her heart.  Ouch! I can still feel the tug, then  topped off with a big ol barrette, the biggest she could find, as we both had  such thick hair. Mom’s other mode of operation with that hair of ours was  slicking it into place. Her best weapon? A little “motherly spit.”  This was especially used in church when she’d glance over and see some of that hair out of place. A lil spit and all was right in her world again. She also did this to produce what she called a little “spit curl.” Oh how that annoyed us at the time, but how we miss Mom now and would give anything to have her back, that I can say for sure.

Ok, back to the picture again…Notice the  Hollywood Squares game?  Oh the hours we clocked, watching those tv game shows  back in the Sixties and Seventies. No X-Box or Play Station for us, but we did love our game shows, and to get to have one for a Christmas present, all made into a board game, well that was the best!  Let’s not overlook one other memory here. The nightgowns. Oh what a staple item a flannel nightgown was back then. Robin and I usually had matching gowns, maybe just different colors. Don’t we all remember how good they felt when it was so cold in the winter? ….and how bad they felt, all twisted up when you tossed and turned in bed?  Oh yes, hair, game shows and flannel nightgowns… Do the memories get any better than when shared with a sister?    I love my Robin…and I love our memories… Now let’s get out our flat irons, Sister! Forty some years later and we still have hair that needs  taming…Let’s just pass on the spit though, ok?!