My Beautiful Sister and The Museum
There is something so intimate and magical about whispering a secret.…
“A sister is both your mirror — and your opposite.” — Elizabeth Fishel
Moving
My only sibling, a sister, Carrie Ann and I were moved from rural Amarillo Texas in 1975 to a suburb of the 3rd largest city in the United States. My Dad had taken a transfer, maybe a promotion, I can’t remember that detail.
It was the beginning of the unraveling of my biological family.
A high point of the move was the house, I loved it, quickly claiming a basement room despite it not having the usual door that closed off it’s entry from the rest of the house. There was a door however, right next to my bed leading outside into the lower yard, I loved to sneak out at night, it was perfect. I would gladly sacrifice the door inside to have the one going outside.
My sisters room was also pretty cool. It had a long vertical window at the top of one wall. We would sit on her bed and talk as the summer wind blew in.
Then one day we got to take a trip to the Museum of Science and Industry in downtown.
