Sanctuary: A Feeling, not a Place
My sister’s Christmas tree
My nephew’s cookies, all the way from Fairbanks, Alaska
Champagne from many countries
Two of my five sisters and one of my nieces.
It was a Christmas Eve tradition: no presents until after “The Program”. My three youngest sisters kept the tradition alive for years. We Three Kings was a repeat performance. Love them so much!
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No, it’s not the tractor or the barn—it’s the sisters. As of last May, all six of us are over 50 years of age. We range from 62 to 50. I’m the oldest but I stopped doing birthdays years ago because I don’t want to be categorized by my age, I just want to be seen as a person. I think not being an age allows me to think young(er) and to be more open to change.
My four youngest sisters are part of this group of kids from the neighborhood dressed for their coming street parade. I took this picture about 1968. Many of the costumes had been worn during ice folly performances by a several older neighborhood girls.
In honor of International Women’s Day, Sylvan has challenged us to highlight pictures of women: “Simple, strong, loving the art and the ideal, brave and free too, the woman of tomorrow will want neither dominate nor be dominated” Louise Michel.
Many women inspire me but I am so proud of my sisters and nieces and the mark they have left or will leave on the world. They are caring, intelligent, creative, loving women. I cherish them. When we are together we laugh, argue (to the dismay of some), voice our opinions (to the dismay of others), and sing (to the dismay of many). We are individuals yet share a bond which can’t be broken. Celebrate them with me.
SL-Week 36: Women