A Sister is A Sister Forever



These last few weeks have been spent reading and sorting through 'Family Group Records' passed to me from my Aunt Irene. She's the one who wrote the 'Time Capsule' letters I told you about in the post 'She's A Keeper...I'm A Keeper...We Are Keepers'.   Along with the 'Records' came an Album of Photos from the mid-eighteen hundreds. 

Have I mentioned that those photos are of Family Members going as far back as my Great Great Grandparents?  It has been literally a 'Blast from the Past' identifying and perserving these Records and Photographs. 

 I've been a 'Collector of Vintage Photographs' for quite sometime, and these Vintage Family Photos fit seamlessly into the Collection.  So much so that all the 'Vintage Photo Collection' have become my family, and they all have a story to tell.

Through the photos in this post, I'd like to share a 'Sister Story and Poem' about  my two Aunts....Vera Irene and Ruth Beatrice.

Irene and Bea were born fifteen months apart.  That pretty much says it all about how my grandmother must have felt during those months.  It certainly set a pattern for many of life's events for the two sisters. 

Together they helped raise their younger sister and three brothers after their mother and father diviorced.  An almost unheard event in the 1930's, but still a fact of life that these two sisters faced while trying to keep their family together and growing into young women without their mother's guidance.

The 'Close Encounters' continued when Irene married at age seventeen and Bea married fifteen months later at age eighteen.  And though they lived the rest of their lives many miles apart, they remained the truest of sisters until their deaths....five months apart.

Vera Irene

6-9-1917 ~ 4-22-2000

Ruth Beatrice

10-5-1918 ~ 8-14-2000

A sister's a sister forever,
A bond that diminishes never,
A friend who is kindly and caring,
A sibling God chooses for sharing.

Few ties as deep and profound
And with so much affection abound
Though some thoughts are seldom expressed
Love endures and survives every test.

Of the constants that rest in the heart,
A sister's a primary part.
She'll always be there when you need her-
You listen, you value, you heed her.

As growth, independence you ponder,
Your feelings grow deeper and fonder;
And life tells you one thing thats true:
A sister's a large part of you.

Dedicated to My Beautiful and Treasured Sister!

I love you, Connie Marie!