I was nearly 8 years old when my baby sister was born. This was quite fortunate since I was well adept at reading. I was tired of my name. Nancy. So plain. The Sunday comics included a comic strip called Nancy. She hung out with her stupid little boyfriend named Russell, was very boring and cried all the time. Why would parents who love their child name her such a boring name? I assumed they had run out of originality by this point. I was, after all, their third child. There was Mike, then Suzy, after me they had Joey (short for Joanne) and finally Jene Marie. The "j" a soft French slur. It was fitting. We had a French surname. But clearly Jene Marie was their crowning glory. Do I hate for taking all the love from my parents and hogging it for herself? Of course not. She's my sister. She's my baby sister. But if I happen to feel the need to speak to her when she's at work, I always ask for her by using both names; Jene Marie (with the schwa). I don't want her
That's funny. Those old Norman Rockwell pictures are very cute, but I think quite different from most people's lives these days.
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Love those photos...very clever...love Norman Rockwell.
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I always wonder what planet Rockwell was living on.
ReplyDeleteAt least you had dinner at your home, or someone's home right? That's a step up from us
Hahahha! I wanna see the real pictures now!
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