Marnekabarneko...Marnalarnalarnalo...Moeleenturd....Moe...Moeleen...Marn...whatever you called her, she was the best! My nemesis...my protector. My big sister...my best friend. (sniff) A sampling of memories...her talking me into playing swashbucklers with our wooden sticks (swords) that we won at the St. John's picnic (what the heck kind of gift is that for a kid?!) and of course we had to stab at each other whilst jumping on one of our little twin beds (on slats)...the bed broke just in time for dad to poke his head in the doorway with nostrils flaring...playing detective with her on Main street...we'd imagine we had on trench coats, fedoras, and sunglasses...following people and making up stories about them (she had such an amazing imagination!)...sitting with her lovely new tortoise shell glasses on, reading to me from the book of fairy tales that dad bought her (and the Poopster sold and I will never forgive him for that!) our favorite story was East of the Sun and West of the Moon (it's such a weird story you can't find it anywhere now!)...and how she hated those glasses!...her rescuing me from Beth Banks by repeatedly smacking her with my plastic pocketbook...then smacking me with it when we got home for being such a wimp! (I gave her many occasions to call me that!)...playing in the elaborate grass forts that we neighborhood kids had made back by the tracks, and her grabbing my hand and running with me all the way home when the "hobos" chased us...laughing so hard at the bargains mum had found for us in the dollar bins at Langleys(?) on Main....laughing really hard with her a lot...the vacation to California with mum and the Richardville's where she hung out the bathroom window to smoke, stoved her head when she dove into the shallow end of the pool, and when GIANT water bugs fell on our beds after lights out and the manager said "them bugs shouldn't otta be there" her reply was "neither should we", and then the 3 of us sleeping all night in the car....her singing all the time....how proud she was of her first new car and her first job....her taking me out on a shopping spree with her new jinxes so I would have at least one nice outfit for college....always being there when you needed her (sniff sniff)...learning dirty songs from her and her friends...her sitting on me (so I couldn't move) and telling me ghost stories (wimp again)....drinking cheap wine with her and the Poopster until our lips were purple and then laughing like hell...her treating me to the musical "Hair" and the 2 of us dancing and singing on stage with the cast at the end...watching her stand on the table at the K of C in Greenwood (?) singing and directing the crowd in song...her running across the tarmac to me in St. Croix bellowing "it's raining you twit!"...her stretched out on a sailboat, her skin glossed with oil, and her later the same day so sun burned she was shaking and covered with the crisp white table cloth from our fancy water front restaurant...I could go on and on, but you get the drift. She was funny, smart, compassionate, loyal, creative, competitive, talented, and special. (sniff sniff sniff) And above all she loved her family. (honk) And I miss her every minute of every day.
Gubby
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