B is for Big Brothers: A to A Challenge

They were a family before I was born; my mom and I always referred to them as the boys, even when they were grown, and “the boys” was always during a story about their lives pre-sister!  “The boys” at my grandparents; “the boys” attending Catholic school; “the boys” when they brought me home.

I really don’t know what my life would’ve been like without brothers.  They were teenagers when I was born; my oldest brother, Stephen, was given his driver’s license early because my Mom could nto drive the car during her last month!  I grew up hearing sweet stories about when my mom brought me home.  My favorite was about my “baby” brother, Denny Pat, who disappeared when I came into the house.  He was in the bathroom, and when he finally emerged, he was in his best clothes, completely clean, ready to hold his sister for the first time.  My brothers loved me, cuddled me, read to me, took me places with them.  I’ve heard so much about bad siblings, but my brothers looked out for me, taught me, and had fun with me.

Each had their own very different relationship with me.  I was closest to my oldest brother, Stephen, who called me Squirt and Sweetpea, and was like my dad.  I went to Stephen first with all the big problems.  Maybe we all did.  When he came home from the Air Force, or from School, vacations were special, as we would drive to the beach and stay up late watching old movies on a black and white television.  And in all this, he was teaching me things I needed to know, and sometimes, saving my life.

Next I was close to my youngest brother Denny Pat, who was most like a brother (and to whom I was the Brat until the day he died.)  Michael was the movie star, too cool, James Dean, always with the girls, mysterious, quiet, and a bit distant.

Together they gave me confidence, taught me how to handle myself, and were there when I needed them desperately.

       

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15 Responses to B is for Big Brothers: A to A Challenge

  1. slfinnell says:

    I grew up brotherless but had 3 cousins who lived within 2 blocks and always watched over ‘us girls’. Great post! Best wishes in the A to Z challenge!

  2. Sammy D. says:

    How very lucky you have been to adore all 3 brothers and know that protection throughout your life. What a nice tribute to all of them. The black and whites are so familiar to us Boomers and instantly evoke simpler (more innocent?) times. You look truly joyful in your very last photo on the screen. My heart smiles with you.

  3. TK says:

    Lovely story. Mine is kind of the opposite. When I heard my mom was pregnant, all I wanted was a baby brother, which is exactly what I got. There’s always the typical sibling rivalries, but, in general, we got along. We’re still very close to this day.

    • zenkatwrites says:

      My “baby” Brother and I fought more like siblings, but he was older and so he fought fair against his annoying and meddlesome kid sister. I was into dissing his dates because I was jealous f the attention! Love your blog! DK

  4. Sukanya Ramanujan says:

    Lovely post! Must be nice to have brothers. Good luck with the challenge. I’m participating as well!

  5. Your recollections brought tears to my eyes. Not easy to do either. Thanks for sharing these lovely stories. I especially liked the part where Denny got on his fancy clothes. How adorable is that!

  6. akaimiko says:

    Awwwe. I have no brothers. We’re all girls in the house, and I’m the oldest and a twin. This is nice to read. I get tired of the “mean big brother” scenario people rant about. This was refreshing, and it’s exactly how siblings should be: loving with a little rivalry.

  7. susanissima says:

    Your focus on the sweet memories and the wonderful photos really touched me, Zenkat!

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