For a long time, the two cousins close to my age were boys. It took, like, f-o-r-e-v-e-r for one of my aunts to cough out a girl. Ugh. I had no use for boys. GI Joe wasn’t even as tall as Barbie, so made a poor substitute for Ken.
Those were the days. Late sixties, early seventies, first and middle finger extended to form a V for the international symbol of peace, all the rage.
Peace, man.
My cousins preferred the version in which they posed for a family photo opp with their V-pointed fingers above an unsuspecting relatives head.
Often, that unsuspecting relative was me.
Yes, I’m back in the sixties. The wonderful sixties, barefooted women in flowing skirts and peasant blouses, rings on their fingers and wildflowers in their hair.
No, I’m not drunk.
Today, one of my favourite Wildflowers, Sandra Bullock, wishes peace to all the world as only Sandra can do.
Yeah, I snort every time I see this clip.
Love the clip and the family memory. My only male cousin was younger than me. He was my partner in crime.
Alison, if you’re gonna be stuck with a male cousin, he may as well be younger, so your will can dominate. If I’d had my way, my boy cousins would have played Barbie instead of hockey. Unruly brutes!
Andrew talked me into playing ice hockey. They needed a goalie. Most of the time we played spies. I wasn’t a Barbie girl.
I can so see you playing ‘spies’, Alison. I’d have played Barbie spies, or Barbie goes to the hockey game.
Same here, Sherry, I didn’t have a girl cousin until I was ten. Just boys and more boys. No sisters, two brothers. So happy to have daughters.
(I hope you got in a visit with a cousin lately)
Oh, no, Sharon! Ten? In time for you to babysit.
I was the oldest, so it took a while for me to enjoy my younger female cousin. I used to dress her up like a giant doll.
Carole, I imagine you were kinder to your cousin than my oldest sister was to my second oldest sister. Made little sister be the baby when she and friends played house, right down to putting little sister in Dad’s clean-the-car rags for diapers! So glad biggest sister outgrew dolls by the time I came along, and second biggest sister developed a strong distaste for playing dolls, lest the terror be visited upon me.
The majority of my cousins close to my age were boys, but I am the oldest of three girls so I had plenty of girl energy to play with/boss around while growing up. Oh, the fun of being the oldest… Good times.
We moved away from The Family Farms before any of my cousins were born. So, I settled for my sisters. All four of them. With a goody-two-shoes older sis, it was the three Sis-Ka-Teers in the middle who spent most of their time playing together. And, GREAT NEWS! I was the oldest of the three.
This comes to you from my cousin’s house in Martinsburg, PA. It’s amazing how ten years shrinks to spittle once we grow up.
I love Sandra Bullock and that movie. I didn’t have brothers or male cousins.
My poor little brother had to play house with us girls, or be left in the dust. It may be why he is one of the best cooks on the planet! His Death by Chocolate cake is a must have. Of course, the housecleaning skills didn’t rub off, wonder why that is? Oh, and I almost forgot (fingers in a V) World Peace everybody!
AAAHHH! I love her! Thanks for the laugh, Sherry. And the reminder to be thankful I got to administer the taunts as the first grandchild to a brood of cousins behind me. I don’t look good in bunny ears, but my cousins sure looked good in head-locks.
Cousins sure looked good in headlocks. KA-SNORT!
Hi Sherry. that was one of the great moments in that movie. She played it to perfection. Hope world peace is coming your way this weekend
Cheers!