Share a story about one of your siblings.

From: Gail Goodrich

With 6 siblings this is a quandary for me. I will tell about my sister, Carol. We are a year and a half apart in age so we were together always. When we got new dresses, mine was blue, hers was red. We had dolls the same,with different color dresses. If anyone got us a present all they had to do is buy two of the same. We played pretty good together with our fights along the way. We shared the same bed until she got married. When it was real cold we took turns in the spoon position to warm each other up. A fun thing we did is our pillow fights. We would cover the window with a blanket so it would be real dark, with the bed in the middle of the room,and then we would start throwing pillows at each other. We would get laughing until we had tears running down our cheeks. Of course we never broke anything(not). One time Tunk got a bottle of applejack from Art Harris. The three of us chugged it to see who could take the most. That night as Carol and I were singing the Twelve Days of Christmas, she threw up on my head. I had to go downstairs to wash my hair. Ma wanted to know what happened and I said Carol was sick. She said "I told you kid not to eat so many nuts". We laughed about it.

A scary time was when Carol tried to run away from home. I can't remember what happened but Daddy had told her to get upstairs and stay there. He locked the stair door with a butter knife. A little while went by when we say Carol jump out the upstairs window. She took off running. Daddy saw her and was really mad. He got in the car to go after her. He must have thought she was a really fast runner. Tunk went after her on foot and tracked her in the snow to Art's corn crib. She was breathing real hard so he knew she was there. He told her to get home before Daddy got back. I was so happy to see her back before Daddy got the belt. Daddy drove all the way to Moses dinner looking for her. By the time he got back he wasn't nearly as mad. There are lots of stories to tell about growing up so close in age, some good ,
some not so good.

From: Lois Rotella

I have two brothers and no sisters. My older brother Tom was much older than me. He was 12 years older than me. It really wasn't till my mom died that I became closer to him. He didn't live near by but we would converse with each other. He had a wacky sense of humor. He also enjoyed his grandchildren and his one great grandchild before he died. My younger brother is closer to me. Sometimes he drives me nuts but most times we have fun together. I especially remember are vacations together. Something always happened to us that we would laugh so much about it after would. One vacation we took was the was to Washington DC in April before he married. Something happened to the car driving down, The hotel room had a water leak, it snowed and we wanted to see the cherry bloom trees. With all that we had a great time laughing. We are still very close today. In January of 2004 when I needed him to come to the apartment when our father got sick, he came after working all day and stayed into the late evening. We talk on the phone or on the computer.

From: Renee Zamora

I was four years old when my brother Steven was born. I can remember being so excited to have my new baby brother come home. When we went to get him from the hospital I had a little cold. I was sitting in the back seat of the station wagon. I remember leaning over the seat to see Steven. Mom then told me to not get close and sit back because I had a cold. I was so upset at being told that, that I decided to not like the baby. I did everything I could be mean to him. I remember drinking his bottles and telling Mom he was finished. I would pinch him and just did nasty things to him. It wasn't until I was older that I loved my brother. I feel bad to this day that I was so mean to Steven. Thank goodness he was the apple of everyone else's eye in the family. I do have to admit he was a very cute baby.

From: Amy Freeman

I have to tell something about both, but I'll start with Jenny. When we were about 8, 10, and 12 we were riding on uncle Steve's 3 wheeler. We all took turns, but when it was Jenny's turn, she hit a pole wire by the garden and fell off. The 3 wheeler ran over her legs and everyone ran to her. Luckily she was okay even though she was limping pretty badly. It was all caught on tape by grandpa or Steve, so she'll always see her driving abilities!!

Carrie was always the entertainment in the family. Grandma loved watching her play because she was so funny. One time she went outside with her brand new sunglasses on. She picked up a stick and pretended she was blind, walking around poking at the gravel. She didn't know at the time that grandma was watching her because she was in her own little world. It might have been the same day, but Carrie also got the words to a song mixed up and came up with a whole new song. Everyone was laughing so hard I think someone peed their pants. We still sing the song to her when it comes on the radio!

From: Connie Olson

This is an easy one as I only have one, a sister. She is 2 years younger than I am. She is married and does not have any children.
She has always been more like a second mother to my children than an aunt. She remembers all their birthday and special days that mean a lot to them.

What I remember about her is being very mad at her. When I was about 4 or 5 years old I was ill and couldn't go outside to play. I was with my mother on our porch looking out at my father and sister on the sidewalk. She was riding on my TRIKE!!!!!
I still can remember yelling at her to get off of it, and then crying when she didn't. I thought they had given her "MY" trike. It was then explained to me as I was told, that they were checking out to see if her little legs were long enough to have a trike of her own. Which they were and she did get one. I also can remember riding with her up and down the sidewalk in front of our house and the next door neighbors place racing to see who could go the fastest. Our world was small section of the neighborhood. It was the area that my parents could keep an eye on us from the big bay window. I wasn't mad at her anymore.

From: Philip Harris

I have wonderful stories about my brothers and sisters. I think I will tell about my brother Bill. My father would pull out our loose teeth with a pare of tooth plyers One day brother Bill about 4 or 5 years old fell off the table and loosened his front teeth. I, being the oldest, promptly got the tooth plyers and pulled out all his front teeth. How proud I was of this accomplishment. Bill was still crying when my parents came back home. Bill didn't have any front teeth for several years.

From: Lucy Welden

My younger sister and brother were playing while home from school on lunch hour and she locked my brother in a shed and forgt abour him and returned to school my mom found him and let him out. it was a very warm day.

From: Connie Farrington

It was during one of Dad's (Russell Harris's) election campaigns for Supervisor of the Town of Queensbury. I was perhaps about 9 or 10 years old. Mom, myself, and sister Peggy (one year older than I was) had all accompanied Dad to Pine View Cemetery where he was going to visit
(electioneer as we called it then) with the head of the Pine View Cemetery commission. It was about dusk.

As soon as Dad left the car, Peggy and Mom decided to slip over to the crypt, or mausoleum, or vault, or whatever it was called, to see what they could see. I didn't think it would be my kind of place, so I stayed in the old black 41 Buick and amused myself thinking of headlines for the
newspaper, like "Russ Harris seen digging up votes in Pine View Cemetery". After very few minutes Mom and Peggy came high-tailing it out of the vault hollering that a door had "jumped off" one of the cubicles and rats were eating the corpse. When the dust settled, it appeared that their curiosity had led them to the only cubicle that had a body in it, and it had been there way too many years because it had never been identified. One lone mouse may or may not have been sharing the cubicle. At any rate, they had dropped the marble door after they had creaked it open on its hinges, and Dad had to pay for a new marble door. I never heard what happened to the tenant, or the mouse. Perhaps the whole incident remains in my memory because it was ONE time when I was totally innocent of the wrongdoing!

From: Joyce Eggleston

This would be about my sister Nan. We were staying at my grandmother Millers house and we had had spam for supper. It made Nan sick and she threw up in the bathroom sink. Of course she tried to wash it down the sink, but couldn't so she got some newspaper and cleared it out of the sink and tried to flush it down the toilet. That didn't work so we took it and hid it underneath one of grandmas wash tubs and forgot about it. Days later grandma came out and said I found a wad of something damp under the tub. Do you girls know anything about it? Of course we didn't, but Nan said "I think it was a frog." I am still laughing about it today.

From: Heidi MacDuff

Share a story about one of your siblings. I only have one brother and he is unique to say the least. I have always felt I have had to take care of him. Probably because when he was little he was always ill. When he was 8 years old he ate bread from underneath the bird feeder in our side yard and got hepatitis. He was in the hospital for a long time. I worried so about him. It was touch and go for awhile for him.

From: Marie Zamora

Just one?! Oh my goodness... My siblings - geez, I could write a book....
One time, on my little brother's birthday he and my older brother had built a fort. Like most boys do. Anyway, they'd made the fort and decided to put a real, working, wood stove in... Lest I should mention, that the stove, was also made of wood... They had the awh inspiring idea to start buring "evil" movies in the stove... They put the fire out - or so they thought - and left. Around 10pm when I'd left to my friend's house, Garrett walked out in the kitchen to get a drink. He looked out the window and their fort and the whole back yard was a ball of flames! :P Talk about stupidity...

From: Brenda Olszewski

Well the sibling I was closest to was Jim. He and I would do the dishes together sometimes and make up songs to pass the time like "Ain't,Ain't in the Dictionary" He still makes me laugh.