Sisters, For Better or Worse

Sisters! They come in all shapes, sizes, colors and personalities. Many people have them or are them. I have six sisters; however, several of them look a little like me! Actually it’s that all of us look a little like our mother especially as we’ve grown older. We are as different as we are similar. There are four brunettes (various shades); two redheads; and, one sort of sandy-brownish colored; we’re all short, some more so than others; and, there is sixteen years between the oldest and the youngest. Most of us can cook quite well; most of us have education beyond high school; only 3 are married; one is a widower; four live in our home state of Wisconsin; many of us have unfinished stitch projects; all of us have had pets at one time; and, several have grey, thinning hair. Holidays, hand-me-downs, unbridled emotions, births and deaths; we’ve shared it all. Well, maybe not all. All seven of us are still alive.
Cooking is a tasty adventure. Some of us even enjoy it and create awesome meals; however, a couple of us only cook because they have to. I prefer to cook with wine; sometimes I’ll even put it in the food! We learned to cook at an early age. At Christmas we baked dozens of cookies and treats for Christmas but there often were some left for Super Bowl Sunday.

Meals for a family of twelve can be an event. My father preferred meat and potatoes and vegetables. Dad also made a wonderful cucumber salad which I still enjoy today. Thinly sliced cucumbers, salt & pepper, mayo. Really good. Leftovers were a weekly menu item. I don’t like to have leftovers any more. Matter of fact we all learned to cook smaller quantities after leaving home. Our culinary abilities improved after leaving for college. We learned about spices and ethnic foods.

One of my sister’s called the other day. She wanted to know if I was experiencing neuropathy in our feet because she was experiencing this condition. She figured since we were sisters we would be experiencing the same health care concern. Now our medical history is quite similar in several areas. Both our grandmothers and our mother had uterine cancer; one of my mothers’ sisters had cervical cancer; and, all but two of us have had hysterectomies. Several have high blood pressure and we all monitored our blood sugar are since both parents were diabetic. Neuropathy, however, was just afflicting her, at least for the present.

When I was young I watched my older sisters’ actions. I would repeat-often modifying-things they did which looked like fun. I’d also took note when they got in trouble with our parents. Whatever they had gotten in trouble for I didn’t repeat or repeated in such a way so I wasn’t caught!

As we get older we talk more about ailments we have. I guess that’s normal.  And, just like when I was younger I listen to and watch my older sisters. There are ailments I may not be able to avoid; however, at least I will know what is coming!

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