From left, cousins Carolyn and Judy, me and Husband Walter
My cousins Carolyn and Judy made a day trip to the coast for a visit earlier this month. These ladies were such a big part of my life when we were children.
I was an only child for my first 13 years prior to the arrival of my brother. During those only-child years, the two sisters gave me glimpses of how close and special the bond between sisters can be.
Along with their parents, our grandmother and eventually a third sister, Judy and Carolyn lived on the family farm where their father and mine grew up. My parents and I visited after church most Sundays. Weekday visits were not unusual either.
They lived in the country. My family lived in town, and every visit to their home was likely to include an adventure, especially in the summertime. Judy and I were born a month apart, but I was always in awe of all the things she and Carolyn could do.
In their company a walk down the dirt road in front of their house was an exciting expedition of discovery. They created outdoor and indoor fun out of whatever was around them and in their heads. They were knowledgeable and confident about sewing, cooking and the chores, tools and animals of farming and country living.
In our adult years I have also recognized their mother’s graciousness and big heart in the way they care for others. My late mother and I have been among those blessed by their giving spirit.