I was in the 6th grade, and the teacher, Mr. Taylor, announced to me and the class that my dad had just called to tell me that my mom had just given birth to a baby girl. I am the oldest of six siblings, this new sister is the youngest: three boys, three girls, a good balance. In those first couple days, I lobbied my parents hard to name my new still-unnamed sister "Susan". I'm not sure if they even paid any attention to me, but they named her Joan, and she sure seems like a Joan now.
There are twelve years between me and Joan, but somehow it has turned out that she is the sibling that I know the best, and we are very close.
That 6th grade day was 52 years ago today. Happy Birthday, Joan!
1 comment:
Definitely not a Susan! Can you imagine? 'Hey, we gotta get aunt Sue over here to finally play some games'. Glad she isn't ashamed of her age being out there. :-)
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