10    Apr 20146 comments

National Siblings Day: Family memories

Today is Siblings Day. It was created to honor the special relationships that we have with our siblings. Often our oldest friends, siblings share our ties to our past, and special bonds that last forever.

I grew up as one of four sisters, each two years apart. My sisters are my best friends and my greatest confidantes. I’m number two, so number three and I used to joke that we were the double filling inside an Oreo.

Growing up, we were always a group. We were the four sisters, dressed in matching outfits, and standing in descending order. We did everything together, and always found ways to have fun.

All my favorite childhood memories include my siblings. We laughed, played and cried together. My sisters are the people that know me best, and share my hopes and dreams for the future.

As adults, we have all gone our separate ways. We have different professions, with husbands and families of our own. And although we don’t live in the same country or city, we are just as close as ever. I couldn’t imagine going through life without them.

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  1. I came from a large family and me and my brothers were in one choir and my sisters were in another.We learned each other's songs and on. Saturday evenings my father would get us to sing and our neighbours stood by our front door to listen to us and they called us the little linnets
  2. Good looking sisters!
  3. I had 4 sisters who I love dearly. One has passed on and I still miss her every day. My best memories are of the times when we could be together. I also had 6 brothers but two of those have passed on too and I miss them. We still all keep in regular contact even though we now live so far apart even in other countries. Happy National Siblings Day.
  4. Mom had 9 of us, I was youngest one and a girl. In 1975 I came in late one night, kitchen was dark, so I sneak in quietly. Half way across the room by now, then Dad's strong voice says, 'Where have you been?' First thought I told him I'd had a flat tire. He says get to bed. I was scared. In morning at breakfast all seems OK, then he tells one of my brothers to go out and check the tire. I know I am in trouble now. Brother comes back in and tells Dad it was flat. Still feel like he saved my life.
  5. There are only the two of us, one of each, my self being the older.
    We lived just out on the outskirts of a smallish town miles from any major city on the wild west coast of N.Z.
    We had an adventurous up bring thanks to our adventitious parents.
    Both were kean outdoors people, both lived of the land and their wits.
    These are the things we still practise today, with less freedom as the past, regulations have now taken control of many such things today.
    Both our parents have past on, leaving my sister and I memories of our growing up, we both never married, we live short distances from each other and often visit one and another to swap little goodies we each grow or find useful to the other.
  6. My parents had 6 kids; two older sisters, then me and two younger brothers and a little sister. We are all over 50 now, and we are all grandparents except my little sister, and my parents have both Passed On. We lived in Pickering, Ontario, Canada, where my dad bought 6 acres of land just before WW II, with a loan from a neighbouring Mennonite farmer, and then another adjoining 6 acres after the war and another 26 acres across the road. He gave the first 6 acres to my mom's parents and they divided it into 1.5 acre lots and gave one to each of my mother's 3 brothers, while we lived on the other 6 acre property so that we all lived in a row along the road, and my cousins became more like siblings than distant relatives (maybe that`s where we get our tribal instincts). My siblings have always continued with a Christmas Reunion - which my uncle and his grand kids still attend, and which our gr. grandchildren are now starting to attend, and just lately we have started to have an annual `Cousins Reunion`at someone`s home every summer.

    Eventually we began to disperse from the Family Row, and of course we all grew up and moved around, but most of us still live within a 75 mile radius of each other with the exception of one cousin who lives about 3 hours away and another who has Passed Away. There is a very strong work ethic in our family and quite a few have gone into business for themselves. One of my sisters is involved with genealogy research, like myself, and has regular contact with maternal 2nd cousin relatives from the English East-Midlands, while I have contacted paternal 3rd cousin relatives in the south of England (they were no doubt smugglers known as the Aldington Gang around Romney Marsh around the year 1800 and were probably involved in stories like the Scarlet Pimpernel and the Scarecrow of Romney Marsh when French royalty were being smuggled out of France during the French Revolution - and I have a 4X gr. grandfather who fought against Napoleon at the Battle of Trafalgar, was knighted for his military service, and for that reason received a grant of land in Canada in 1820 just west of Toronto).

    My sister passes her information on to me; and its been fun as the English relatives send pictures of older generations to us and we have been able to provide the names to many of the people in those pictures; and we also share traditional family recipes which is a great way to remember our family traditions from England while at the same time we consider ourselves to be very traditional Canadians. I don`t think we could ever move back and feel at home - though there might be some very interesting deja vu experiences if we went back to the places our ancestors lived.

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