Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Summers in My City
This photo didn't quite fit with the memes I did this weekend, so it's getting its own billing today. I'd never seen it before my sister, Judy (in the middle) posted it on Facebook on Saturday, and it moved me, for a few reasons. One is the slightly-troubled expression on my face (on the right.) It's not the face of a carefree kid, happily enjoying a beautiful summer day at the pool down the street. I was probably eight or nine in the photo, and knowing a couple of things that were going on with me at that age, this sweet little face touches me; I want to put my arms around that little me and tell her I love her and take her out for ice cream. (I also love my suntan and buff little arms, no doubt toned by hours spent on the trapeze at Astor Park.)
Judy's happy, silly expression brings me joy, and that's our baby sister, Michelle, on the left, tongue stuck out as a rudder for balance as she tries to lie down in the just-right position next to her big sisters.
The photo shows the sweetness of a summer day in the sun, but it hides a darker side. Lest you ever think I was a wonderful sister, hanging out with my little sibs, I'll share with you a different story that happened at Astor Park. Poor Judy fell off the aforementioned trapeze (I think) and busted her lip on the wooden bench below. She was bleeding pretty good, so I knew we needed to go home (a block away), quick. So, yes, being the responsible big sister that I was, I hopped on my bike to escort Judy home.
What?! Well, yes, I did make her run alongside me. What?! Like I was going to let her spill her dumb blood on my bike! Have you no sanity? (Or sisters?)