Brotherly love

    I can just hear Mama saying, “That’s a pretty big sucker for such a little girl, Sandra.  Here, why don’t you share it with Jimmy and let me take a picture.”

     I was the predictably spoiled late-life baby in the family.  My brother was the closest to me in age, and he was 12 years older!  So with no other little kids in the family to demand I share, as siblings closer in age would do, I didn’t have to share very often.  More often, some older sibling was sharing with me!  But I adored my big brother, so if there was anyone I would have willingly shared this big sucker with, it would have been him.

   Of course, Jimmy was still the only son in the family, but when I came along it ended his 12-year reign as the baby of the family!  My arrival had to have caused some shifts in the dynamics of the family that weren’t particularly great for him.  Yet, I don’t remember him ever being unkind to me.  

In fact, Jimmy and his friends were all pretty accepting of me!  I’m told that if Jimmy had to babysit and the guys wanted him to go to a movie with them, they would take me along!  (I was also told that when he babysat he had trouble making me go to bed, so Mama and Daddy would sometimes come home to find him and me sleeping on the living room floor!  No pillows, no blankets — just laying on the floor asleep — apparently exhausted from the battle of wills over me going to sleep in my bed!)

    Adam, Larry, Pat holding me, and Jimmy were Scouts as well as friends. 

 Pat and Adam were brothers and didn’t have any other siblings, so I think Jimmy’s baby sister was a novelty to them.

There were lots of good reasons why Jimmy could have considered me a pain in the neck and an inconvenience, but he loved and cared for me anyway.  So, when I think of “brotherly love” I think of Jimmy.

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11 Responses to Brotherly love

  1. Chrissy Witt says:

    Sweet! What a great big brother!

  2. dianne says:

    these photos are wonderful!
    I am the oldest of 4 so I learned a lot about sharing

    thanks for visiting me via Hilary
    appreciate the kind comment

  3. Sandra says:

    Chrissy — Yes, he was sweet, and I ADORED him.

    Dianne — Yes, your position in the family really makes a difference in what is expected of you, doesn’t it.

  4. Suldog says:

    Excellent photos, and truly lovely memories to go with them.

  5. Sandra says:

    Thank you, Suldog. It’s fun to share “lovely memories”. 🙂

  6. Katharine says:

    Wow! I also have a brother named Jim. He’s 13 years older than me, with no one in between. (But we’ve got another brother, too, a little older than Jim.) And Jim was my best caregiver, too! After he went away to grad school, my mom jokingly complained that she had to make my breakfast every day because Jim had spoiled me. He’s still one of my favorite people, along with his son.

  7. Sandra says:

    Wow is right, Katharine — what similarities! Unfortunately, when Jimmy was 18 years old he joined the Marines, went to the west coast for basic training, fell in love with California (and his first wife), and has lived there ever since. So since I was 6 years old, he has lived, far away and we really haven’t had a close relationship. It is one of the big regrets of my life. I’m happy for you if you do have a close relationship with your brother. 🙂

  8. Katharine says:

    Another laugh — my West Coast born-and-raised brother fell in love with a Midwesterner and has lived in Nebraska ever since!

  9. Sandra says:

    That is a hoot, Katharine! 🙂

  10. carlahoag says:

    As always, you post such wonderful photos. Thank you for sharing them with us.

  11. Sandra says:

    No, thank YOU, Carla. It is so good to hear from you. 🙂

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