My baby brother is sixty today! Happy Birthday Carey!
This is Carey and I in 1954, see how supportive I am of him, making sure he doesn’t fall over in the grass.
I don’t have many pictures of him on his birthday but I have just a few on my own birthday! Here I am holding the cupcakes and he holds my doll…probably what makes him such a good Dad and Grandpa. In 1957 I would have been six and he was three.
I am not sure when this one was taken, maybe about 1959. Our Mother sewed our clothing, and I can tell that she sewed that shirt…I am trying to remember what color it was…I think my Dad had one that matched. I think green…
was might have been a bossy big sister. I tried keeping him out of trouble. Most of the time we got along pretty good, there was that one time when I stabbed him in the foot with a pitch fork…not sure why I felt compelled to do that…I think he was going to tattle on me … and a pitchfork to the foot will stop you in your tracks and make you forget lots of stuff. I guess he must have recovered. I might have waited on him hand and foot like the time he stepped on the bullhead at Shell Lake and got blood poisoning…he laid on the couch for days that time with a towel and a plastic bag around his leg, Dreft soap soaks helped to draw out the poison. I thought for sure he was going to be a goner that time…but he survived that too. ( He stepped on that bullhead all by himself, I didn’t push him or nothin’, I even let him use my shoulder for a crutch as he hobbled back to Uncle Hugo’s house.)
I am possibly the best older sister he has!