Some time now

Well, I haven't posted anything for a long time, mostly because I ran out of material. I am looking for new things Jenny wrote all the time and my mom has a lot of her stuff, but I have the impossible job of determining what is appropriate and what is not too personal to post.

Jenny had a book or journal she wrote a lot of her poems in. She started keeping it when she was in high school. It was given to her by her best friend Jen Sykes (formerly). I went through the book when I was in Utah for the funeral and typed all the entries so that we could make a book out of it someday. There are apparently other books and I have yet to get them. Anyhow, when I was busily typing them as fast as I could I turned the page and found a poem she had written to me. I did not know the poem was in there, and so I was shocked when I read the title. Of course, I cried for a long time and tried to compose myself enough to type the poem. I thought I'd share that with you right now:

Sister Dear
(For my Sister, Heather)

The dusty skies
Looked upon us
As we played
From morn’
Until night.
Our naked
Feet ran
Through
The freshly
Cut grass
And the melancholy
Sounds of the the
School bell
Reminded us
That life was
Not all play.

The Soft Spring
Breeze flew our
Kites.
And the golden
Sun lead us
Dancing behind
In its rays.

My sister dear
Such sweet memories
Linger on
Like a photograph
Album kept
Safely in my mind.

The world was ours
At break of day!

This poem is obviously very dear to me. I wanted to tell you a little bit about my childhood with Jenny. Jen is 2 years younger than I am and so when we were little we spent a lot of our play times together. We grew up on a farm and this made for the best adventures and fun. Mornings we would spend in Dad's barn searching for feral kittens left alone by their mother for a short time to find food. Barns seem to draw this type of animal life. Sometimes we had to be really quiet and listen for the little mews coming from the many stacks of hay. Once we heard distinct signs of life we would climb through the bales and see who could find the little families first. Unfortunately for us, after first contact was made by humans the mother would usually relocate her herd during the night and that would be the last we saw of the kittens. But it didn't matter, nature would almost always repeat itself and we would have new kittens shortly.

Afternoons found Jen and I riding bikes with our neighbors, the Polson's, who also had 5 girls. There was a friend for each one of us in a corresponding age. We would drive back and forth from our driveway to theirs for hours playing lots of fun games. I especially remember playing cops and robbers. It's funny but Jen always offered to be the robber. I think that says a lot about her personality. She also always offered to be the boy when we would play "Love Boat," or "Fantasy Island," she was the ultimate Tom-boy. I loved her for that. She was so reckless and free and had the best ideas.

There's a reference to flying kites in the poem Jenny wrote. I remember many March days running through my dad's fields flying kites. That was a big treat for us. When I think of those days I almost always get teary eyed. They weren't out of the ordinary. Many of you may have experienced similar days in your lives. However, I know a lot of people who didn't have close siblings to play with. I feel very blessed to have had Jenny to play with. Did we always get along? NO, and that's an emphatic no, but the good greatly outweighed the bad and I still think of those days and feel like the angels were watching us and smiling. I like to think that Jenny is now an angel watching her little girls play together and smiling all the while. I hope they are as close as we were.

I am going to try and post more often. I have to locate material so if you have any stories of my sister or any of her writing please forward them on to me and let me know. I think people would prefer to read her work!!

Thanks for reading