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July 5, 2004

80

My mom and her twin are eighty years old today — both going strong and in excellent health. Nearly eighty people celebrated with them at a gathering last week.

Both are ‘Sis’; both are ‘Mom’; both are ‘Grandma’.

Think what they have seen in their lives — electricity, automobiles, indoor plumbing, air travel, telephones, washing machines, refrigerators, vacuum cleaners, dishwashers, astronauts on the moon, computers, television, email — all this for women who went to a one-room school in a horse-pulled buggy.

Happy Birthday Mom & Sis — may you see much more!

{Birthday cake ruthlessly stolen from scribblingwoman}

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deb

July 6, 2004 at 1:52 pm

Happy Birthday to both of them 🙂
I love the picture of them as young girls.
Do people in your family call them “the girls”? My mother has two sisters…not twins but very close in age and they’ve always been referred to as “the girls”. My two daughters are very close in age as well – 15 months between them – and everyone in my family calls them “the girls”. I know it’s something they’ll hear the rest of their lives. How are “the girls”? Have you talked to “the girls”? “The girls” are coming to visit – and so on. I would imagine twin girls would be referenced to in the same way 🙂

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SB

July 6, 2004 at 8:39 pm

No, they were called the twins together, and Sis separately.
All the girls in the family are Sis at one time or another.

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