Big Sisters

Ever had a younger sibling? I did; and I did what an older sibling does; keep the younger one in line. Ha. Mom started a rehab program of money oweing or paid depending on the number of times I knocked sense into my baby brother. Five ticks or more I owen $.10 per mark. Less than five mom owed me $.10 for every mark below. I don't remember where I was getting my penance monies from but lets just say I usually owed. One day dad came home and questioned how I received that day's tick. When I told him he asked if the tick could be removed as I was honest and remorseful. Ah, father's and their daughters; what can I say (other than Wayne had more sense that day). The program ended and the threat started. "When your brother gets bigger he is going to pay you back for all you did to him" mother threatened. Poor Wayne. I waited and waited. Finally while home after first year University Wayne was finally bigger. Took long enough. Well, by then it wasn't right for boys to hit girls. Besides, he lost interest and the battle wouldn't have been a battle for he truely had grown bigger than me. Perhaps Wayne has finally paid me back. I am left bruised, permanently.
The point to the memory? Dad always said girls should not hit. Don't ask my husband for his opinion; please.

Halloween

I have a memory. October 31st brought the memory back, fresh. I had to share it with Jeff on the way to work this morning. Wayne must have been 15 or 16 years old. He was too old to be out trick-or-treating but wanted to "man the door". Sort of a screening to weed out the "too old" kids routine. Big man Wayne. Mom and I were down the hallway in the kitchen or family room and we heard Wayne stating "Hey, you're too old to trick-or-treating". His voice raised as he repeated the commented and then shortly added "you can't come in here! You're too big to be getting any treats!" As the sounds of a scuffle came to our ears mom and I made for the front door. Wayne was shoving back a rather large kid. Actually, someone taller than he. The kid was dressed in blue coveralls and had a paper bag over their head; The kind we use to get at the grocery store. The bag had two eye holes and other than that no identifying marks. As the 'kid' pushed their way in the door snatching up candy from "Wayne's bowl" Wayne shoved back. Just as mom and I got to the door Grandma Heppner threw back her grocery bag mask and shouted out "Trick-or-treat, now give your Grandma a hug". Wayne was mad; really cross I mean. He told Grandma off. She laughed and laughed like only Grandma Heppner could. I still remember it now; Wayne was cross and telling Grandma that she shouldn't be doing stuff like that. She was a mean Grandma and should act her age. It is more than 20 years later and like the memory. Grandma was a character (I see that in mom and Auntie Phyllis from time to time) but, getting Wayne's goose well, I like that the best.