Since we are focusing on the men in our lives, I've decided to talk about my brothers. I have three younger brothers. I always wanted a sister and cried when my youngest brother was born because he wasn't a girl. But by the time I was a teenager, I realized what a blessing it was that he was a boy. I really enjoyed growing up with three brothers.
In the photo at the top I'm sandwiched between my youngest brother George and my oldest brother Greg. This photo was taken in George's retreat house in the woods in northeastern Washington State. I have two photos because it seems that all four of us are seldom together at the same time. We are spread across the country from corner to corner--Florida to Washington State and Texas in between. The bottom photo is of my brother Gary, his son Chase and me.
Growing up with brothers made for an interesting time. I attribute my love of sports to their influence. From the time they were very young they were involved in some kind of sport. During the summer we often had neighborhood baseball games in our yard. As they grew older, they developed an interest in golf and track. When I was in high school, they made their own pole vault pit in our back yard. They also made their own putting green that was really more brown than green. They participated in high school sports, but I rarely got to see them play because I was away at college during most of that time.
Unfortunately, I don't get to see my brothers that often these days, but when we get together, we have lots of fond memories.
Do you have brothers? Tell us about them.