I think I was the luckiest little girl in the whole world. I didn't talk for whatever the reason, but I'm sure I didn't want to interrupt my older sister who evidently never stopped telling everyone she met all about her sister. My sister was little and elf-like with blondy-coloured hair. And this is how she introduced me in her booming deep voice! "This is my beautiful sister. Isn't she pretty? Hasn't she got beautiful black curly hair! Hasn't she got beautiful pretty blue eyes!" Well, I knew when I was well off, and I wasn't going to interrupt that kind of morale booster, so I stayed silent. At 4 years of age I was sent to school on the advice of the Plunket Nurse, so other children would encourage me to talk! Ah well, as the years went by it was me who was always just so proud to have Ailsa as my elder sister. Recently I was told "hey sis, you're getting to be a bit like your older sis these days!" I was as proud as proud as could be!!
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.