tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post422114395465990003..comments2024-03-28T18:11:40.841-04:00Comments on Sightings Over Sixty: The Day I Got a Bloody NoseTomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-23034777080072135252011-09-07T15:00:19.522-04:002011-09-07T15:00:19.522-04:00Yet, today, when it the opportunity presents itsel...Yet, today, when it the opportunity presents itself, I can sit down with my sister, at dinner or not and talk away about work, the world, or our parents. A moment not possible earlier when we were keeping each other off balance or away from ourselves. Lovely memory of growing.Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09656773730604906253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-91723283753091368172011-08-30T11:37:57.194-04:002011-08-30T11:37:57.194-04:00My brother (2 years older than I) gave me my first...My brother (2 years older than I) gave me my first bloody nose when I was about 4 or 5. He also helped me break my right index finger a bit later that year. I merely tried to kill him when I was 14.Douglashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752593286034877538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-80192367017669757842011-08-30T11:36:30.683-04:002011-08-30T11:36:30.683-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Douglashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752593286034877538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-41731739142651216982011-08-25T21:34:15.769-04:002011-08-25T21:34:15.769-04:00Had to laugh at this one. My brother (18 months y...Had to laugh at this one. My brother (18 months younger than I) would recognize himself.<br />Jann aka #1Nana (Google is not letting me sign in!)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-37166221545148551292011-08-25T13:07:07.890-04:002011-08-25T13:07:07.890-04:00You're killing me. I am an older sister, and ...You're killing me. I am an older sister, and I can't tell you how many times I have tried to cover up a similar "crime." We played dodge ball a bit differently, but I am sure I made my brother's nose bleed at least once. Well written Tom. <br /> <br /><br />Dianneschmidleysscribblins.wordpress.comhttp://schmidleysscribblins.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-4802787932972339292011-08-25T12:43:22.329-04:002011-08-25T12:43:22.329-04:00Very funny story! It's great that you can reme...Very funny story! It's great that you can remember it so vividly. My memory is terrible.retirebyfortyhttp://retireby40.orgnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-23986721297551747132011-08-25T11:12:03.498-04:002011-08-25T11:12:03.498-04:00Loved the story. I had two younger brothers who us...Loved the story. I had two younger brothers who used to blame me for "allowing" them to do something wrong. The eldest is expected to be the most mature and the leader of his siblings. More often than not it was just extra work and responsibility.<br /><br />Since I couldn't shift blame to my brothers, the family dog was my scapegoat. It is amazing what I was able to pin on that poor pet.Bob Lowryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16843991725692979189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-55155083226489733042011-08-24T21:31:24.522-04:002011-08-24T21:31:24.522-04:00I used to love dodgeball! Thank you for posting t...I used to love dodgeball! Thank you for posting this! What in the world do kids do now what with so many organized activities and computer games. This was very vivid, my siblings and I sometimes fought like cats and dogs, but playing outside erased most tensions. Did you ever play stoop ball? That was a lot of fun too!Terryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03382748737031648032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-62222474754926072322011-08-24T20:27:38.730-04:002011-08-24T20:27:38.730-04:00I used to get in trouble for picking on my sister,...I used to get in trouble for picking on my sister, 7 years younger than me. I hadn't done any picking, usually, but she was a fibber and a favorite.<br /><br />I don't pick on her any more either, and she leaves me alone too. Now that we're older, we like each other quite well.Linda Myershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05706455533282204519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-73172907526346149992011-08-24T19:47:50.568-04:002011-08-24T19:47:50.568-04:00You really made this childhood story vivid, Tom. L...You really made this childhood story vivid, Tom. Loved the post! The things siblings do to each other! <br /><br />I was the oldest in my family, with a three years younger brother and a ten years younger sister. I never fought with them because my mother insisted they were small and helpless. Finally, when my brother was 14, I reached my limit. He had thrown away my diary (after memorizing and reciting portions of it to anyone who would listen). I hauled off to hit him, then realized -- when he grabbed my wrists and held me at bay -- that I had waited too long. I tore my hands lose in a fit of rage, ripping the cuffs of his shirt. In a frenzy, I shredded his shirt, totally destroying it. It was our only fight. To his day, if I look at him a certain way, he'll cross his arms over his chest and say "Please don't tear my shirt. It's my favorite!" Some sibling stories stay vivid through a lifetime. Thanks for gifting us with yours!Dr. Kathy McCoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02903015507894951725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-80840078174010710172011-08-24T18:42:34.809-04:002011-08-24T18:42:34.809-04:00I had one older sister, who taught me some good th...I had one older sister, who taught me some good things, and did no bad things to me. It's a bit surprising to read a (very well written) story about a sibling engaging in a double cross. But we all are unique, aren't we?Dick Kladehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11793395712483278104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-16512945208299614892011-08-24T18:37:01.883-04:002011-08-24T18:37:01.883-04:00Yes you did!!! Sisters! I had a little sister wh...Yes you did!!! Sisters! I had a little sister who was always narking me out. Sigh. She, of course could do no wrong. <br /><br />What happened when they found your work on the wall. <br /><br />My daughter ascribed to the idea that the 1st rule of being a child is: When caught always blame the first sibling, pet, doll/stuffed animal or imaginary friend you can can think of!Kay Dennisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02646717192332313215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-34689581756809880172011-08-24T18:06:06.707-04:002011-08-24T18:06:06.707-04:00When I was a kid, sometimes I wished that I had br...When I was a kid, sometimes I wished that I had brothers and sisters (I was an only child.) But wow, I actually had it good . . .Retired Sydhttp://retiredsyd.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.com