Sisterly Love

I am the eldest daughter of 3. My two younger sisters are Bethy, who will turn 30 this March, and Patricia who turned 28 just last week. Thankfully we are all in the same region of WA and have had the pleasure of raising our children (and dogs) together with our parents close by as well. They are my best friends and I couldn't imagine going through life with out them.

Last week, apparently, it was Siblings Day or something like that...I gained this bit of information from Facebook, which is of course the site where all good news is exchanged. You can instantly learn what your former high school teacher had for lunch, while also reading about your best friend's recent cold, while at the same time receive an update on how someone's farmville animals are doing. (priceless information as you can see)



So, in light of that information (the Siblings day, not the other stuff) I wanted to share a couple stories about my dear little sisters, both who tower over me by 5 to 8 inches (I got the beauty, they got the height, seems fair to me).

Bethany Marie (Eby) Pierson:
When we were kids rarely my parents would allow us to get a sugar cereal. Generally we got Rice Chex (which is still my favorite today) or cheerios, but every now and again our parents would breakdown and we could get Golden Grahams or Captain Crunch. What was so frustrating about getting these cereals was they seemed to disappear almost instantly. We'd get them home, put them away, and by the next morning the box was almost empty. This happened time and time again. One afternoon, while my mom was putting away the dishes she noticed that she was missing 4-5 bowls and the same number of spoons. After searching the house high and low, she stumbled upon my sister's stash. In her dresser drawer, my mom found 5 bowls of cereal without milk stacked up waiting for my sister's next need for a bowl of Golden Grahams. That little sneak would wait until we had unpacked the groceries and put them away before she would sneak into the kitchen load up 5 servings of the cereal and hide it in her room so we didn't take more than our share of the yummy sugar cereal. UNREAL and I have to give it to her, very smart.

Patricia Kay (Eby) DoValle:
My youngest sister, the baby of the family, the funniest person I have ever met, and the most curious as well...When we were growing up we attended church here and there. We definitely attended enough church and church functions to understand our faith, not to mention we had discussions at the dinner table about religion, politics, "right from wrong" ect. Gotta love the dinner discussions...what I most remember about those times is my sister's ever changing beliefs. Now she didn't come to these beliefs easily. She researched and read to form the opinion of the month. I remember one night she annouced to the family that she no longer would eat meat. She found it cruel and would from here on out (aka a week) she would no longer eat food with a face. The following week, steak was on the menu for dinner. As we all plated up, we glanced at my sister who was nearly 1/2 through a very large chunck of beef. The vegetarian phase had ended. I kid you not, in one month my sister went from being an atheist, to a Wiccan (yes that's right, a witch), to a baptist. She actually attended a baptist church for awhile until she attended a sermon on how women should behave. Being that we were from a family that STRICTLY believed in equality, that message didn't sit well with her and so ended her baptist phase.

Thank you my dear sisters for making my life and childhood truly blessed. You'll notice I did not include any stories related to the explosive fights we had as pre-teens and teens. Nor did I talk about the thousands of times you STOLE my clothes. I kept those little tidbits to myself. ;)