Shared genetics might dictate similar physical features in siblings, but there is no end to the creativity God used in designing personalities in siblings. If you raised siblings or have one, you could no doubt tell many stories about the differences you’ve observed. You could pick my brother and sister and me out of a lineup on the basis of our noses alone, but our personalities leave no hint of our siblingness.
I am clearly a dud compared to my extroverted littermates. (No, we aren’t triplets; I simply needed another word.) Their idea of adventure is world travel, seeing every sight and site they can fit into each day. They will stop and engage in conversation with strangers along the way. So I’m here in Yorba Linda, CA, visiting my sister for a few days. Since it’s close to my birthday, she had a sizable list of interest spots in the area from which I could choose as a day of celebration. Over the Queen Mary I would choose walking through antique stores?
Yes, watching my sister excitedly search for Lenox to add to her vast collection is—to me—more fun than reading through a museum!
I even made a purchase (marked down from $5 to $3 and doesn’t take up much real estate)!
And there’s no admission on lunchtime conversation at this ancient repurposed church in Orange? She did buy the food, however.
She did sneak in one sight to see while we were in the area.
Fittingly unpretentious, wouldn’t you agree?
A beauty of common roots is our shared history with timeless family friends. I would not have wanted to miss an opportunity to visit Malcolm Benson—Malcolm, who at 93 still remembers what a lively “tyke” I was at his wedding in 1951.
Malcolm, who has a pipe organ in his living room and still plays it with vigor. What a poignant moment as Carol and I stood close to sing several hymns as he played them, thinking of the joy that would have brought our parents, both musicians in their own right.
And then he insisted “When you come to my house, I ‘cook’!” and treated us to lunch.
While back at the home base, Bill looks after the newest family addition, Nameless. At least that’s what I call him until they come up with something. Any ideas to suggest? Nameless is their third Shetland Sheepdog (Sheltie), and he’s a lively tyke.
So today, my last day of sister time, we went to see the Nixon Library here in Yorba Linda. You’d’ve been proud of me reading (a few) descriptors as I walked through the displays.
But mostly it was fun watching Carol chat with the docents about this or that. She learns a lot that way.
Standing near this space elicited her story of parking and finding the end of a long, long line and waiting to pay respects to Richard Nixon. Around 2 a.m. they had waited their way into this area to walk around the closed casket.
We got to go inside the Nixon birthplace/homestead and hear about life with four sons in this small house, built by Dick’s dad.
And the famous helicopter farewell.