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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Threefold Cord (04/12/12)

TITLE: My Sister, My Friend
By Laura Hawbaker


Sisters by chance, friends by choice.

These words are etched in the frame holding a picture of my four beautiful daughters. I look at them and smile. There is an obvious familial look about the girls, yet each one is unique. They are at different ages and stages of life, have different personalities and live in three different states. They share common genes, memories of growing up together and they choose to be friends.

Sisters share a special bond. Although I respect and admire my brothers, I have a special place in my heart for my sisters.

My oldest sisters, Mary Sue and Becky, were fourteen and twelve when I was born and I became their “baby doll.” My memories of them include watching their exciting lives of boy friends, nursing school, marriage and then, most wonderful of all, they became mothers and I became an AUNT! Their babies now became my baby dolls!

My sisters closest to me, Janet five years older and Eva, two years younger, were the sisters I grew up with. They were the sisters I played with; Eva and I spent countless hours in the make believe world of paper dolls, pioneer and dress up. They were the sisters I fought with; Janet and I called Eva a spoiled brat and I still have a scar on my leg where Eva threw a scissors at me. We teased each other about boys, attended youth activities together, shopped together, learned to pump our own gas and find our way around Des Moines. We washed dishes, shelled peas, pulled weeds; work was almost fun when shared with a sister! Then, lo and behold, we all married and had babies of our own and suddenly the five of us seemed one age. I was no longer in awe of my oldest sisters; I no longer fought with my younger sisters. We were friends.

I see that same bond between my mother and her sisters. They were a family of all girls, three of them— Norma, Maxine and Mary Lou—
the Keller girls. They grew up, married and raised a passel of kids within a few miles of each other. Today they are widows in their eighties. Norma and Mary Lou still get together for outings, drives that often end at the cemetery. They miss Maxine terribly. She is still with them in body, but Alzheimer’s has stolen away her mind. They visit her anyway and catch her up on the latest family news or reminisce about days of old, hoping for a glimmer of recognition or a wisp of a smile. They are still friends.

I miss one of my sisters too. When my sister Becky died, I deeply mourned, but since I had not had daily contact with her (we lived in separate states) I did not truly miss her until several months after her death. My husband and I were attending a wedding near her home and her widowed husband invited us to stay at his house. After the wedding, the men were outside discussing man things (hunting, dogs and guns) and I found myself wandering around the house looking for Becky. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to laugh with her about the funny bride’s maids dresses. I wanted to hear her giggle about the bride’s veil catching fire. I was lonely for my sister, my friend.

Do you have a sister? Is she your friend? Although the bonds of common ancestry and shared experiences could be called happenstance, it is the third element of this three-fold chord—loyal friendship wherein the choice lies.

Lay aside your differences and competitiveness, celebrate your friendship. Call your sister, send an e-mail, go out to lunch, laugh over a memory or at the very least, take a drive through the cemetery together.

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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 04/19/12
This is a good testimonial. I agree there is something special about sisters. Though mine tortured me when I was little, she would never allow anyone else to tease me. I enjoyed your take on the topic.
C D Swanson 04/20/12
This story is so true. Sisters are so important for those of us fortunate enough to have one. I loved how well written this touching entry was...and my heart went out to the MC walking around the "empty" house looking for her sister.

It makes me appreciate my sister even more so, We live 3 hours away...and see each other whe we can. This story make me think - "I'm going to see her this weekend!"

Thanks for this lovely piece.

God BLess~
Melinda Melton 04/20/12
I love this piece. I have two sisters and this story made me choke back tears. We live in separate towns but when we are together it's as if we were never apart.

Great job in putting the reader in the scene. Showing us the generations of sisters was very touching.

Thank you and God Bless.
Genia Gilbert04/22/12
A very different take on the topic, but you made it work and made this piece touching and interesting. good writing.
Leola Ogle 04/23/12
Oh, how I love this entry. I only have one sister, 10 years younger than me, but I have four daughters all close in age and close to each other. They are sisters AND friends. Good writing. God bless!
Edmond Ng 04/26/12
Nice touch on the topic. We certainly need to value who we have with us while things are fine. It's so important to draw strength and not divide. Thanks for sharing this. God bless.
C D Swanson 04/26/12
Congrats! God Bless~
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 04/26/12
Congratulations on your HC and for ranking 16th overall!