My three brothers, F.J. (Jim), Ernie Jr., and Ron can be trusted to look out for their sister (me)! They played important roles in my childhood development. Ernie, Ron and I fought over the television jumping up to turn the channel while the other was enjoying some program like Howdy Doody, American Bandstand, or Leave It To Beaver. They tormented me over my weight gain during puberty; laughed at me when I strapped myself into the exercise belt machine that guaranteed to shimmy away hip fat; punched and bruised my arms fighting over the tether ball in the back yard; and challenged me to bike ride races, leaving me in the dust. They always seemed to make sure I remained "human," bringing me back to earth and mortality each time they caught me in lofty musings. My oldest brother, Jim, moved out of the house when I was in elementary school so my memories of him during that time are more limited than the vivid memories of Ernie and Ron.
Little has changed over the years. My three brothers are still active in my life. I love them very much. So... when they collectively let me know today that as children we did NOT catch fireflies in mason jars in Redwood Valley but rather back East during family reunions with our cousins... I can but smile and thank God they still love me enough to correct me. That's a good thing.
Little has changed over the years. My three brothers are still active in my life. I love them very much. So... when they collectively let me know today that as children we did NOT catch fireflies in mason jars in Redwood Valley but rather back East during family reunions with our cousins... I can but smile and thank God they still love me enough to correct me. That's a good thing.
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