My sister likes to write stories from our childhood, this one just happens to involve me as an axe wielding big sister!
Enjoy – please note that I have apologised profusely over the years!
This is Debbie, my big sister. She doesn’t look much like an axe murderer (mostly because she isn’t) but she did come close a number of years ago.
She looks innocent enough now!
When I say ‘a number of years’ I’m talking about the late 1960s, so really, quite a long time ago now, when neither of us had yet reached the age of ten.
Our parents had bought a block of land on which to build a house. Dad decided that it would be quite fun to clear the block himself and so after work (for him, school for us) and on the weekends we’d head up to the block and he’d dig up trees and rocks and such like.
As Dad wielded an axe, Debbie, in a moment of father-emulation, took up the tomahawk.
Sharon, said she, hold that rock while I chop it. She knew how this worked…
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Thank you for sharing your sister’s story. My you are family of bloggers!
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We are indeed a family of bloggers! My sister is much more talented than I will ever be though, both as a storyteller and photographer.
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Now Deb don’t underrate yourself. you have written some beautiful, delightful posts.
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OK, I’ll try not to underestimate myself! Thanks for that 🙂
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Beautiful Post ❤ http://www.misskymmiee.com
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My pleasure! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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I can so relate to this. My younger brother was endlessly doing stuff that should have got him into trouble, but it was always my fault for “letting him.” Parents eh!
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I know, who would have thought this would happen!! My sister obviously still feels hard done by 😊
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I’ve got over most of the stuff between my brother and I, but I do still tend to go on about the time he broke my birthday present (on my birthday) and my mum told me off for letting him play with it (I hadn’t actually let him). I only have one child so I’ve never found myself in the same situation as a parent. I do wonder what goes through their minds though.
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Thanks for sharing her story. Great yarn and so visual. I could just picture it … ouch!
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She loves telling this story! It is one of those that keeps getting told no matter how many years go by.
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And probably embellished upon too! 🙂 If that’s possible.
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So you know my sister??? 🙂
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Haha If she’s anything like mine …
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