Our family car was an old Esquire Station Wagon. It was yellow with dark panels. Over time, the panels faded. Dad dressed it up with bumper stickers from all of our family trips. Mom made homemade bread every week, did the laundry constantly, and fed us- constantly.
My father was a social worker for the state of Utah and had two or three additional jobs as well. Mom stayed home with us kids until I was in the 4th grade. She started teaching high school and from then on, I came home from school at noon and fed baby sister and dad lunch. We were poor, but I didn't mind. We got along.
I was raised during the late '70's and '80's. I am pretty sure everyone near 2nd East was poor. I wore hand me downs, rode a hand me down bike, and I played with hand me down dolls.
We were raised on beef from the cattle from Grandpa Hofheins' farm and our home was decorated with the paintings and pots created by Grandpa Weaver's hands. We didn't have boats or four-wheelers. We were lucky to have two wheelers.
Each of us had a birthday present meaning we were born in the same month. Kim and Wendy were the July babies, Cleve and Michael shared March and Chris and I shared August. When Heather came along in November, we tagged her as our holiday baby. My brother Chris was my birthday present- I adored him- I still do!We were a goofy looking bunch. I loved the feeling of the seven of us plus mom and dad sitting on one bench together in the old rock church.
Happy belated sibling's day- Kim, Cleve, Chris, Wendy, Michael and Heather. Not that we always got a long, or that we do today, but I still love you- after all, you raised me under two elm trees in a red brick house on 2nd East.
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