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FAMILY AND FAMILY REUNIONS - WHERE WE COME FROM - WHO WE ARE

So, time for a family reunion in Upstate New York. Airplane ride yesterday starting with an early rising at 4 a.m. to make a 7:20 flight out of Jacksonville, Florida landing in Albany, New York at noon. So, some call it a vacation (?) it's really a family reunion and for me, eh, more of an exercise in anxiety overload and family drama re-enactment Scene 3000. Where's my Xanax?

So off to scenic New York and the Baseball Hall of Fame country. Baseball camp is in the tail-end of the summer season and my poor family that still lives here is looking forward to the end of droves of tourists over-running their restaurants, streets and parking lots. My brother-in-law took me on a long back-street tour of the town that took twists and turns on roads I had never seen before in an effort to avoid a 3 mile backup of cars on our regular route to their house from the baseball camp there. Sigh....

But back to my reunion. My son is finally coming this year, he and his new wife. I'm excited. He hasn't been here for this since 2010. We are having cousins I haven't seen in probably 15 years. This will be interesting. I am the youngest child of my family of six children, and never have had much socialization with my cousins, as I moved to Florida when I was 20, so I really don't know these cousins very well, but it will be nice to have the family together one last time. My sister won't be having another one of these reunions again, and she is the only one in the family to put reunions together. Sign of the times, and an end to an era.

I am the family genealogist, and in this past month I come to the sad realization that no one else with the exception of about 3 other people in the family really care about our ancestors. We have a really interesting past, and I have always maintained that where we come from and the people that were our fore-bearers deserve to be recognized, and attempt to be understood. We are for the most part, where we come from. To understand ourselves we must understand where we have been. If we wish to be better, we must understand who we are. Does that make sense? Sadly, the majority of my family does not care or agree.

Without going into great personal detail, suffice it to say that I have a great deal of experience in understanding that there is a direct correlation in the physical and mental knowledge of experiences and how it can affect a person. Knowledge is power that can be utilized for physical well-being as well as knowledge and wisdom to be used and applied in a person's life. It saddens me that I am unable to help them see this like I do.

But enough of that for today, for now I am off to visit my big sister for the afternoon, and I am very happy to be doing that! She and I have been close our entire lives and of all my siblings, she is very special to me. She has always been my defender, my protector. As the youngest, I was the target of all manner of mean-nest from my other siblings, but she and I were always together. We shared a room, and our childhood. (She is the one who made sure I believed in fairies by "helping" the fairies eat the Cheerios I left out at night for them, and assisted in mischievous pranks with the fairies, thus convincing me they were real, which of course, they are.) She was born with a handicap from loss of oxygen at birth and therefore was a bit slower than the other kids, but she never let that slow her down. She was raised like the rest of us, even though she had to work twice as hard as we did. She had disabilities but she never let that stop her and she has the most positive attitude and sweetest disposition of any person I have ever met in life. When she was born the doctors told my parents to put her in an institution and that she wouldn't live past childhood. They refused and decided to raise her along side their other children. I wrote this for her on her 70th birthday.

My Merry Mary

She's my sweet sister, as you can see,
and in childhood we were gay as could be.
Singing and dancing unencumbered, free
in our minds, whilst we both found glee.

She's always been there for me,
the mysterious force behind fairies esprit,
magic and moon dust through dales and trees,
walking down country lanes, just us, just we.

Seventy years now have fled on by,
with determination to live as strong as I,
her strength and courage the fates defy,
and in her mind she takes wing and flies.

Keeping heart joy and love close to espy
the world of happiness in her mind's eye,
truth of affection friends and family nigh,
forever held lovingly close by her side.

Happy 70th Birthday Mary! I love you ~ Your little sister, Ruthie.......

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I have to admit I get jealous when I hear of folks like you and the relationships they have with family. My parents are long gone, and us kids just don't have a lot in common. Our frail mom and dad kept bonded us. Now, when we get together, it's just melancholy bordering on depressing. I know, it doesn't have to be that way. That's just the adults we grew into.

I know enough of my family's genealogy. We're you're typical stew pot. But that's cool you do that research. And you seem like a great sis.
 
Winston;bt14617 said:
I have to admit I get jealous when I hear of folks like you and the relationships they have with family. My parents are long gone, and us kids just don't have a lot in common. Our frail mom and dad kept bonded us. Now, when we get together, it's just melancholy bordering on depressing. I know, it doesn't have to be that way. That's just the adults we grew into.

I know enough of my family's genealogy. We're you're typical stew pot. But that's cool you do that research. And you seem like a great sis.
Hey Winston - Don't know about being a great sister, but yeah, we are a crazy family and love each other for all our faults. We stay together despite it all. Don't know what will happen to it when we're all gone, but for now we're together. Basically because our parent's told us we had to.... LOL Nah, we love it. Yeah, we know it's special. But it is work too, and it isn't easy either. Sometimes I think it would be easier not to try, so there are two sides. Maybe you guys should try harder? IDK never an easy choice. Would like to stay in touch. Cheers!
 

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