The day I came into this world. My mother’s water broke early when she saw one of my brothers shoot off a pop gun with a pencil in it, as my other brother came around the corner and got hit in the face. Accidents do happen but it was too much for a mom who was carrying a baby who was ready to emerge! My brother, who was two years old, ends up in the hospital two doors down from my mom. She was giving birth while his injury was being nursed. A couple of days later, my dad is driving my mom and I home and low and behold, my other brother who was seven at the time, is charging down Lewiston Road (busy traffic) in a rain storm with no coat, heading to his friend’s house! The poor sitter, she never had a chance. When a Weintraub has a will there is ALWAYS a way! So, yes, my dad shuffled my brother into the car and home we went. Finally, we were all safe in the comfort of our cozy home. Or were we?
Growing up in a family with five older brothers and two younger sisters, you can guess there was never a dull moment. For those of you who knew my family, I know you would attest to that, and I’m sure you have some stories of your own. I sit here and laugh as I remember our “pet” hawk Zeus, rock bands in the “shack out back”, Crazy Ray, riding bareback in the back yard, calls in the middle of the night with the “clank” in the background, my mom unknowingly growing my brothers “plants” (he told her they were marigolds), and then a picture of my sweet four year old sister sitting in front of the “marigolds” with the peace sign. All the cats, dogs, horses, goat, ducks….all the animals dropped off at our house because they knew the “mother in the country” would take them in. The list goes on….
I love my family and I feel so very blessed to have been a part of every wild, crazy moment! The memories continue as we all head to Seattle this summer for my brother’s wedding. The two musicians, Norm and Tim, strum their guitars throughout the days and we sing along. No matter what, in my family, we all have each others backs. We’ve had our ups and downs but a major value we learned from our parents is that we always stick together…like glue. It may get stretched sometimes but we always come back to home base. Safe in the comfort of home.