Monday, December 7, 2009

Happy Birthday, Big Sister

Today is my big sister's birthday.

My sister was eighteen years old when I was born. She was already away at nursing school.

My sister Margie and Me. I was 4 days old.

Me, at three months.

Being the oldest, my sister, Margery Esther, had the burden of being named after both grandmothers. That's okay, because she was born to be a grandma (four grandchildren and a new one debuting next month!) And really I don't think there's any better suited name for her than "Marge."

Marge is bossy in a loving way. She tells us all what to do and we do it, including my parents. I'm surprised she hasn't taken over the world, but I guess she's content with her own little piece of Western Pennsylvania.

My dad says he knew she was going to be a nurse because, as a child, she showed no real interest in live animals, but any dead creature, she'd be sure and go roll it over and poke at it. I'm not sure how that relates to being a nurse but it's a funny story.

Flower girl at Margie's wedding, 2 years old. That's one of my brothers holding my bouquet.

Margie moved to Savannah right after she was married, where her husband was stationed in the Army. Here I am with her on an Easter visit.

For the first part of my life, my big sister seemed more like a second mom than a sister, especially since her daughter was only three years younger than me.

No, there is no seatbelt on this Jeep. I once fell out the back of it, going up our driveway.

Why did I have this dumb haircut, you may well ask? Well, it's because I insisted that my dad cut my hair just like my brothers'.

Here I am with my niece, Margie's daughter. She's awesome, too. She's my best friend in the whole world, save my husband. Although we have very different personalities, there's no one I trust more or who understands me better (again, except for my husband!). We attended law school at the same time. Here we are at my graduation from law school with Margie and Margie's handsome son (my niece had graduated the day before).

Having two moms was really annoying. But once I had children of my own, things changed. Margie became a sister.

The other thing about Marge is her distinctive Clairol Kindness flippy hairdo. Girl OWNS this hairstyle! Here we are back in the nineties, when Margie and her husband visited us while my husband was in the military and stationed in Monterey, California. Marge even has a special set of rollers that fit handily on the back of her husband's Honda Gold Wing, for cross-country beauty.

I am grateful to my big sister for so many things I cannot begin to name them all. Since I was close in age to my niece, I slept over at my sister's many a time. She and her husband took me along on vacations to the mountains and water-skiing on the river. She helped deliver my oldest son and gave him his first bath (above). Since my husband and I were but poor students when he was born, my sister paid for the doctor. She taught my son to ride a bike and when our car broke down on the way back to college and we couldn't get a hold of our parents, she and her husband came to the rescue. And now that my parents are elderly, she keeps a good eye on them and takes care of the day-to-day things that those of us who live far away do not see.

So, on this day, I wish my lovely, strong, wonderful sister another happy birthday! Love you, Marge! You're the best.


The Daily Connoisseur said...

What a wonderful tribute- your sister sounds really amazing! I love that your niece is almost the same age as you- what a great story and lovely pictures! xo

Princess Freckles said...

Such a beautiful post! You're both very blessed to have such a strong sisterly bond. Happy Birthday Margie!!!

M.Lane said...

Really a nice post. You are both lucky sisters. And....very cool photos. Thanks for sharing them.


twebsterarmstrong said...

This is a wonderful post! It is so nice to read good things about families and see such wonderful photos!

Bonjour Madame said...

This is so sweet.

Mary-Laure said...

Speaking of sisters, check out the pics of my own sister's wedding in Paris, I just posted them on my blog...

Petunia said...

What a sweet post!
Wishing you a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!

Bee said...

How kind of you to include so many pictures! (I loved the pic of you two in rollers, but where is the evidence of the flippy hairdo?)

Sweet post; funny, but my grandmother was named Margie (or Marge), too. My parents didn't pass down the name, though. :)

Happy New Year!

pve design said...

I think she is a "keeper!"
I too have wonderful sisters ( 3 ) and each one I cherish. Have you ever read the "Mitford Sisters"-
I am full of intrigue - how much sisters can do and be for one another! My eldest sister has been there for me, like your Marge, she is ten years older!
I wish Marge a Happy Birthday, it is your turn to be the 'Boss' and show her a grand time!

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