In honor of my sister's birthday, I'm tweeting some of my favorite pix/memories of her. Here's the first.

In honor of my sister's birthday, I'm posting this drawing of her upon our pony Smoky. Smoky only cared for her. She was the only person to ride upon him with any regularity. She and Smoky would trot up to the top of the cistern hill and survey the world around them.

In honor of my sister's birthday, this memory:
My sister and I used to sit on the hood of the family car and eat popcorn from a butter-soaked grocery bag watching the cartoons and movies the town projected on a sheet/screen in the park downtown.

Today I honor my sister who would let me sleep in the top bunk even though it was her turn in the rotation, because I was such a scaredy-cat.

When we debunked the beds, my sister would hold my hand in the gap between our beds until I fell asleep.
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