This is one of my two big brothers. For blogging purposes, I’m going to call him Bill. Hi, Bill!
Some of my earliest memories of my brother Bill took place on a family vacation, when I was just a little squirt of 2 or 3 years. My grandparents were celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary, and took all their posterity on a cross-country road trip. While I remember very little of any of the sightseeing we did along the way, I do remember sleeping in a pop-up trailer, near my brother, Bill.
This seemingly insignificant detail was made memorable by Bill’s whispered revelations of our family’s past, before we fell asleep each night in that pop-up trailer. After all, he told me marvelous bits of family history previously unknown to me. Until Bill told me all about it, I had no idea that–prior to my birth–our family had lived in the jungle. [Read more...]
