A Quiet Moment...

Having a chance to share these memories has been absolutely wonderful, and I am not finished yet! Donna and I don't get to see each other as often as we would like, but I know that anytime I need her all I have to do is "holler" and she will be right there. She has proven that many, many times. God love her! She is an amazing and unique person and I am truly blessed to be able to call her "my twin".  My brothers and I use her home as our "get together" place when we do get the chance to visit each other. Donna has one of those "inviting" homes that everyone wants to come to. A place where you can put your feet up. She may be feisty but, she has a great big heart, which she will deny. Some of her most endearing qualities include: speaking her mind, her love of her children and grandchildren, her love of us, and she is a great cook. Hmmmm! Wait until I share about how she used to "beat up" people, including me. We are still continuing...

My Friend

Debbie & "Panky"

Notice my "purse" and my long hair!

This was one of my very best friends at school. Her name is Panky. Whenever I hear that old song "Hanky Panky" by Tommy Roe, I think of her. I will tell you that the name of our school in Dayton was "Weaver Elementary", I think it is closed now. We were attending an afternoon "fair". I remember my purse was red, and my outfit tan. You can't see us, but Donna had the same outfit. Mom gave us both a pretty purse. Now that I think about it, I don't recall Donna ever carrying hers. She probably threw it away somewhere. I loved the pretty things and Donna loved the boyish things. She would NEVER play dolls with me, and I couldn't throw, catch or kick a ball good enough to suit her, but we still played together. How different can two twins be? I don't think she carries a purse today, or at least I have never see it.



Another Random Thought

Children learn different today then we did all those years ago. Sometimes punishment was "order of the day". One memory that stays with me is my first Spelling Test. I was in the 2nd grade. I remember I failed it miserably. I only got one word correct, and that word was village, but more than that I was punished. My teacher "cracked" her ruler across my hand for every word I missed. Ouch! Boo Hoo! I wonder where Donna was? She probably spelled all of hers correctly. I told you she never felt my pain! I never wanted that to happen again, Okay, Okay it did happen again, but eventually I became a good speller.
Village: V-I-L-L-A-G-E. See!

"Good Morning, Merry Sunshine"

"Our Song"

Being bashful, it was surprising that I would be in a school program, but I was. We both were. My role was to sing this little song to the "Sun". Donna's role was to be, you guessed it, the "Sun", and sing back to me. I'm sure she sang with a snarl. As you can see, I still have my script. Donna most likely threw hers away that same night.I believe we were probably in the 1st grade, approx. 1965. We both got to wear these beautiful long dresses. Mine was pink and Donna's was yellow.  I love it, she hated it, but we were "twins" and our teacher thought we would be so cute. I also carried a doll and Donna held a big "Sun". Mom made us practice that song everyday. We sang it so much that I am sure we could sing now if we wanted too. We don't.  Well actually, I am humming it.  Everyone was so concerned that I might not sing and concerned  that Donna might sing a different tune, or something worse, she might "punch out" the Sun.  The big night came and it was showtime; Mom kept reminding us to "be good" and sing loud and clear, and to please, please sing. I was ready, Donna was ready. I was caressing my doll and Donna was "spinning" her Sun. Then it happened, I sang like a canary or a screeching owl, depending on your point of view, and Donna froze like an iceberg. I believe it was "I" who had to throw her a line. When she began, out came her merry song, Of course, her "Sun" was upside down. I don't think she ever "starred" in another play. And the Oscar didn't go to...   

Twins Day

As I reminisce about being a twin, I would like to mention that there are conventions for twins. We have never gone, however I know they are well attended. I have read about them on-line. Here are a couple links if anyone would like more information. twinsdays.org and twinsrealm.com. I wonder if Donna would like to go? Yoo Hoo! Donna...

Random Thoughts!

There are so many memories of our growing up together it is hard to record them all. When I start thinking about those times, my mind just races. I want to write everything. It is true when we say that "those were the best times" even though we didn't think so at the time. I am remembering things that I have thought of in years. In that same Dayton neighborhood, Donna "got a job" watering one of our neighbors Roses. Donna let me go with her. I remember this Rose garden as being enchanting, with all colors of roses and a wrought iron chairs to sit on. Donna even let me help. We were sometimes treated to lemonade and cookies. What a treat!
We had to walk to school too! I remember it being a long walk, but I know it probably wasn't that far. We actually got to come home for lunch too. Mom was always there. Donna "ran" all the way. I never could keep up with her. Still can't, of course now I don't want to. Oh, a random memory is returning. Donna and I both had a tricycle. Donna's just flew. Mine was slow, so I talked her into "trading" tricycles with me because I was convinced her tricycle was faster than mine. Can you believe that? Donna finally agreed to trade. She hopped on mine and "flew". It didn't take me too long to figure out that it wasn't the tricycle. I begged her to trade back, after all my tricycle was in better condition than hers. She did, and she has been a step ahead of me ever since!

"Sam's Garage"

Sittin' on the porch in 1964.

We played outside alot! There were no such things as video games, and no computers. We didn't have a television for along time. When Mom told us to "play outside", we did or we did chores. At this time, we lived in what was considered a "rough" part of town. The 1960's and Civil Rights. It didn't seem that way to us. One of our neighbors ran a garage next door. His name was "Sam". "Sam's Garage". He loved all the neighborhood kids and we loved him. We played over there all the time. In mid afternoon, he would treat us to kool-aid and cookies. That was a treat to us, because we simply did not have things like that. We would all gather at Sam's garage and have fun. He let us help him. In the winter, he would have peanuts roasting on his old "pot belly" stove. I can smell them now. Ummm! He was so wonderful to us.