Monday, March 24, 2008
My sister, the winter Texan, is coming home soon
That's my sister, Maxine, with her late (wonderful) husband.
I got a call from Maxine this evening, and she's picked all the grapefruits off her trees and stuffed them into her car (many of them have MY name on them).
I have such wonderful memories of my sister. She always had the most orderly life of anyone I've known. You could count on things at her house to go according to routine.
I was telling Cliff this morning how Maxine and Russell never turned on their TV during the daylight hours. Oh no, not until the six o'clock evening news.
In fact, on September 11, 2001, Maxine tells me, she and Russell didn't know about the World Trade Center disaster until they turned on the six o'clock news that evening.
"They did it like a discipline?" Cliff asked.
No, that isn't how they did it. I'm sure Maxine and Russell never sat down and said, "We'll make a vow to not turn on the television until after six."
It wasn't like a rule. When I spent my week there each summer, my nephew Larry and I watched TV during daytime if we chose to, and nobody objected.
It wasn't just the television routine that was so orderly, either. At Maxine's house, you always knew supper would be a 6 P.M. Always. Supper would consist of meat, potatoes, and a veggie or two, followed by dessert. Breakfast was usually cereal (lots of choices on the brands because Larry got to choose kinds he liked), and lunch was usually soup and a sandwich.
At home with my parents, I snacked at will. We seldom all sat down to a meal together. That isn't a bad thing, it's just how we did it. Mother worked days, Daddy worked nights. We all scrounged for ourselves. I liked that just fine.
But the schedule at my sister's house was something dependable, something I could count on that never changed.
Just like my sister.
Now playing: Kasey Chambers - Last Hard Bible