61 years ago today my sister was born in Atlantic, Iowa. Thus began an incredible roller coaster ride which I am grateful to have been on. I was staying at my grandparent's in Ames and my mother called my grandmother to tell her. She got off the phone and told me I had a sister. For a long time I was the only one who could settle her when she cried. We share a wonderful bond and I wish her many happy returns of the day. She would still rather be a cowgirl than be in a party dress. If you click on the label "Ginny" below you can get to the story I wrote last year which covers more than this entry.
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