dancingtongue · 80-89, M
A little hard, since they are all dead. Both my sisters died before I even got to know them; the older one at 5 before I was born and the younger one at 2 days before she even made it home. My brother was 9 years older than me and already was living more away from home -- boarding in town to go to high school, and then off to college -- before I was old enough to really interact with him. I grew up basically an only child, not only in the family but for miles around. And spent four-years bedridden so didn't even socialize with other kids in school.
My big brother was supportive when we did interact, and as we grew older we had a civil relationship although we were miles apart -- literally in geography and figuratively in all other aspects of life. He spent most of his career in Tokyo living in a penthouse with a maid and chauffeur. He caught more of the Great Depresseion than I did, resented growing up dirt poor, was at loggerheads with our father over his authoritarian ways, and spent his entire life chasing the privileged life including retiring into a gated community on a golf course outside Palm Springs. I sought escape from the rural life and poverty as well, but was a child of the 60's: it wasn't all about me, but how to make society better as well.
We largely avoided discussion of politics, social issues, music and had a civil and friendly, if distant, relationship. Which really is somewhat amazing since I became sort of surrogate fathers to his three children, whom he managed to become estranged from. One lived with me for a couple of years; I gave his daughter away in marriage because his second wife forbid him going to the wedding.
My big brother was supportive when we did interact, and as we grew older we had a civil relationship although we were miles apart -- literally in geography and figuratively in all other aspects of life. He spent most of his career in Tokyo living in a penthouse with a maid and chauffeur. He caught more of the Great Depresseion than I did, resented growing up dirt poor, was at loggerheads with our father over his authoritarian ways, and spent his entire life chasing the privileged life including retiring into a gated community on a golf course outside Palm Springs. I sought escape from the rural life and poverty as well, but was a child of the 60's: it wasn't all about me, but how to make society better as well.
We largely avoided discussion of politics, social issues, music and had a civil and friendly, if distant, relationship. Which really is somewhat amazing since I became sort of surrogate fathers to his three children, whom he managed to become estranged from. One lived with me for a couple of years; I gave his daughter away in marriage because his second wife forbid him going to the wedding.
samueltyler2 · 80-89, M
I have an older sister. We are pretty good.
I just have a younger sister..growing up was rough but we're close now
beermeplease · M
more now than when we were young kids.
Ducky · 31-35, F
I only have my one older sister and yes, her and I have always been close.
rebelsoul · M
Yes and thank God there is only two
Simplyme33 · 31-35, F
We cant breath without eachother🥰
One of them yes. The twins, no.
Poppies · 61-69, F
It's easy. They live hundreds of miles away and I go years at a time without seeing them.
MellyMel22 · F
Picklebobble2 · 61-69, M
In short bursts.
thepeculiarpanda · 36-40, M
Nope. I have nothing to do with any of them.