Mary Etta and Linda Kay, BFF
I spent much of my childhood watching my youngest sister, Linda Kay, enjoying life. With wonderful zest and energy, she seemed to get more out of a day than I ever did.
Linda was a Norman Rockwell painting come to life. Put the angled baseball cap on a cute little girl instead of a boy, and that was my sister.
In summer she was outside no matter what the weather, playing hard from early morning till night. Although she was thought of as shy , she really wasn’t, and her crowd of friends could attest to that. She was athletic and could knock a baseball out of the yard, win at wrestling with her best friend Donny, and could run as fast as the wind.
With her black hair and intelligent eyes, quiet and respectful ways, she won over adults too. It didn’t take long for her first grade teacher to recognize how bright she was. Linda took it all in stride, receiving awards and highest grades throughout her school years, and appearing to do it without breaking a sweat.
Winter brought a new set of adventure for little Linda, taking on the steep hill in the snow and sledding with confidence and agility. When she was given skis, off she went, down the hill by our house. Nothing slowed her down. On top of it all, she was a sweet little girl. If we had conflicts as kids, I sure don’t remember them.
There is much more to her story, but today I’m just thinking about the first few years of our life together and how much she has always meant to me, and how much I would have missed if she had not been there.
Of my four sisters Linda is the only one I am older than; the only one I can be a ‘big sister’ to. I am glad we are going though this life together. Love you Linda.