My sister Debbie was here for the weekend, all the way from Grand Prairie (Grand River? Grand Valley? Grand Somewhere-Near-Orangeville). She just moved there with her sweetie, Rob, and now she has a haywagon. So we were out for brunch at Stoneface Dolly’s on Sunday and her old friend Bonnie was with us, and a few names from the past came up.
“What’s DG doing now?” I asked.
“Oh, she hasn’t changed a bit,” said Debbie, “You never liked her though. She was mean to you.”
“Mean to me? Why?”
“Because you were different,” said Debbie.
‘Different’ has kind of a euphemistic ring to it, don’t you think? This was definitely worth pursuing.
“Different?” I asked, “Different how?”
“Oh you know,” said Debbie, “Just different.” And then she changed the subject!
I followed up with her later in the car as we were driving to Canadian Tire. I can be relentless.
“Different how?” I asked. I rummaged through her purse and found a pen and a scrap of paper to write on, “I’m blogging this.”
She started to laugh. And here is what my big sister said about me. (A bit of context: she was 11 and I was 10 and we had just moved to Kinburn, Ontario, population about 350.)
“You weren’t different odd, you were just different from everybody else there. You fought for what you believed in, and girls just didn’t do that back then. I just wanted to fit in. I wanted us to fit in. You embarassed the hell out of me, but only because I wanted you to be normal because I had a crush on Leonard Baskin and you were ruining my chances with him by being so different.”
Then I read it back to her and we laughed and laughed.
Welcome to my blog Deb – you’re gonna be SOOOOO embarassed if Leonard Baskin reads this! LOL.