The Lori Story
"Chance made us Sisters, Love made us friends" I have one Sister, and love her very much! She has earned it . La Vierge, Virgo, her Storge, "best friends" love style tells her truth... She had just become a teenager when I married and moved away, and though we have been loving and interactive, and helped one another in work and play, and she is Godmother to our firstborn, and a fine Auntie to our second,I found, to my horror, that I have huge gaps in my knowledge of basic statistics about my only sister! This page is not published, but url access private-only, at least for now. It is my hope that in connecting with her and others concerning the "Lori Story", that I might be able to make filling in the gaps...even fun! From 1954 till 1966, though, we shared a room, and so there are a few things I know, and our family circle times were warm, and her destiny special, and I as this page grows, I hope to get some of it shared truthfully, and positively, to make it valid and entertaining...something to share among those who love her, at least, as the years unfold. I was six and my Brother, four, when she was born on September 18,1953. We were old enough to be very interested and excited about the new baby coming to our house. Our parents were super, our home lovely, and life full of good work and laughter... song and learning. Our Mother found books on how babies come....not through a trap door in the tummy, but via a magic from God, but natural and normal to a woman. We thought the whole thing was a great idea, and did not seem to mind being steered out of the way brought on by the new episode in our lives. A happy time, with friends and family making "Labor Day" humor, since this new baby was due near that day. It was not all celebration, though: Mother was using her first hearing aid, sad and confusing to us...everyone seemed to be pretty upset about it. But it was a sort of Nanny-friend we called "Auntie May" who stayed with us at the time, who took me aside one afternoon, and made it clear that things at home were not to be breezed-through: "Your Mother will need your help, now, little girl or no." And then a warm hug to heal my consternation and sorrow. Note:We were happy for her presence in our lives, feeling much too young for such responsibilities. Mother had sponsored the lassie from Scotland for American citizenship when a marriage she made to help did not help at all. Auntie May was petite, jolly, warm and fun and affectionate, and had become almost a real "Auntie" for the love. It was very helpful to enjoy her help in those difficult first days of my Mother's affliction with deafness, and the happy hubbub of the new baby. Soon after Lori was born, Aunt May found a beautiful Handsome Prince of a spouse, and moved out on her own with him and they were both baptismal godparents to Lorraine Smith, my new baby sister! I did not see Aunt May often after her remarriage, except at my own wedding day, but the memories are nice and loving! A new Baby Sister! Long-leggety, with hair lighter than mine, and though not fat, a healthy nine pounds+, on arrival! I brought my Kindergarten class, in entirety, home from Timothy Dwight School having made my new baby sister my "Show and Tell" that year...feeling very much the show woman about it. I found my babysister "interesting"...I loved her, but I was six years older, and almost scientific in my interest in her...I must be cautious ...she is littler... and felt odd that we could not be playpeers, especially. I was sometimes jealous later, watching to be sure I was giving and getting "even-steven" in the work/love in the family circle. But sibling rivalry didn't feel good and our Libran Father perferred to enjoy our singing in three voice harmony as we did our household tasks, playing the conductor of our mini-choir: I sang soprano, Lori sang Alto, and Mother Sang "bass"-not at all a boyish sound...but that beautiful sound only Polish women can make, and looking beautiful doing it! Lori's long-leggety-ness meant that she took a little longer learning to walk because of it, with one or the other of us cautioning ourselves and one another to be sure to give her room to "do it herself"..."leave her be...give her time....she'll do fine!" ... and so, before she was content, she danced on her toes, without benefit of toe shoes! and then, of course, the rest of us learned to do it, too!...and still do...! I'd forgotten this special knack of hers till the latest version of the film "Titanic" featured a scene demonstrating the heroine doing the same toedance....we were skinnier and sober though! :-) In the niftyfifites, nicknaming things "Sputnik" was popular...the world was agog over the first space missions. My Father might have been enjoying precognition concerning his scientific interests/worktasks he performed for DuPont, later per contract with NASA...the Lunar Landing Module wrap project of many years was his claim to fame. ... But in the fities, he just called my sister "Sputnik" for love and said it was .."because she is "out of this world!".meaning superlative, super-duper, extraordinary !  Sputnik? a photomachine image ,1959, in Stamford,CT, while visiting city cousins who treated us to running around the exciting neighborhood. I did the haircut: we often did fill in beauty treatments for one another...a cool girlthing...for some reason, this time, I couldn't get a straight line for her style and kept trimming away till what was left stood on end...however honest and true my motives, the result caused a certain amount of "unplanned choral practice", and, at the time of the photo, above, I had just been released from being grounded for it, too, and so wore a striped bateau threequartersleeve....jailbirds wear stripes....it was an accident....ah, summer fun! We sailed along in childhood with few squabbles , we really didn't ... fear of the Lord? I know I loved her and loved me. The original Charlie's Angels... even sharing a room...my Gemini and her Virgo-ness aspects meant that we could work together compatibly, and we were inclined to look for that compatibility instantly, and get busy...we have made good times,and worked on happy house things together,and borne one another up during not-so-happy times with very little needing to be said... until now, that we are getting older, and it seems to be necessary to chat some things into the real world.
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