January 22, 2016
My second sister Zella told me this story when she was seventy-five. She is a real story teller. This story started with, “What I loved most….” She started talking and then she stopped. She was finished. She sat quietly looking into the distance, and then she laughed.
“What I loved most was truthfulness, which was hard to learn. I have trouble telling the difference until it’s too late. That has been one of my main problems in life. I’m too trusting. Maybe why they call us the Gullible Goble Girls.
Now Marva Lee? I wouldn’t put her in the same category. She was a high standard to follow. I was expected to do as Marva Lee did, but I never did it like she did. She was my hero – she was. I wanted to be just like her.
I finally decided it was never going to happen. She could do no wrong, and I could do no right.
The pressure wasn’t from her; it was from my parents who wanted me to do what she did. I was expected to join the same clubs and take the same classes. Marva Lee was my hero.
I had a lot of heroes, like Roy Rogers, Tom Hicks, and all the cowboys. I knew I wasn’t going to be like them, but it took a long time to give up on being as good as my big sister. EVER!
She was instructed to teach me how to tap-dance, and that was to no avail. I just kept jumping rope. I was good at high jumping, broad jumping, racing, and swimming, and she wasn’t. I found I was better at those things then what she was, and it didn’t seem to bother her at all. Not ever!
When her girlfriends were around, she was macho. They were a gang; Marta, Maxine, and Joyce. They hung out together. They always had a car, and they chased guys all the time.
One Saturday we were home together and Marva Lee had just brought into the house an old Army, mummy type sleeping bag Mother had washed. It didn’t have a zipper on the inside. Those girls zipped me in the mummy bag and took off in their old jalopy. I will never forget it, and I think that is why I am claustrophobic. They left me on the living room floor with no way to get out of that bag. It was the scariest thing ever to happen to me.
To this day, Marva Lee will deny, deny, deny it.
I was probably just a funny, skinny, and scrawny thing.”
Quite an interesting read! I like the “deny, deny, deny” part, proving there are indeed always two sides to a story. lol
Yes, when I read this to my sister Marva Lee, she said, “That is so NOT true!” “And, I would have never left her alone, I would have been in big trouble.” She just shook her head.
A great story! Watch out for the “girls gang” … especially when they have a car and they chase boys all the time!! 🙂
Now … that is a STORY! 🙂
Wow, that had to have been scarey! A younger sister always has to watch out for older siblings. They can be unintentionally mean. I had two younger brothers and the one closest to me was a whole lot stronger than me. I still have a scar on my back where he bit me when we were rolling around on the living room floor. He’d most likely say now, That is so NOT true! Just like your sister.
I love this story -sounds so much like something sisters would do. I didn’t have any sisters to aggravate me but I saw the rivalry when I had three girls, all teens at the same time.
Well, I had four sisters, and oh my…rivalry was stewing most of the time. Made us tough and we certainly learned to laugh.