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My Twin and I

copyright Deanne Young 1975

left-me , right right- me, left

ME on December 21, 1959

below are 2 links. left-Deb alive right-Deb died too

me21.htm

Debbie

Debbie, Dot, Deanne, Martha Young

Me,  Debbie

Snow disguised the mosquitoes and flies Buried deep the loam and marl the tale I think of is not from tomorrow It happened yesterday. The North Wind played familiar Christmas tunes over the cords sweeping the drifts. Nothing complicated, basic rifts; on the cliffs of the roadside we played. Every house had transformed into a mess of blinking lights. We scaled bushes, five-year-old kindergarten twins, and cold Ecstatic with freedom outside, we stayed Making angels and follow my paths. He stopped in a car going by us. We gawked. We thought him so stylish. He talked. He didn't have to, his pedestal already made. He smiled at us guiltily. He couldn't hide his crows' eyes He gave us each a nice surprize said Merry Christmas, you can trade Mine was a Scottie who wagged his tail. His eyes lit up, he barked. The man said, "I'm parked in the road. Gotta go. I'll be late>" My sister's toy was Santa Claus. He waved a little pot and ho-ho-hoed a lot; both were cleverly battery-laid. The two men in the car drove off Mom took our toys away Said you don't know how your father looks you'll end up early graves. It was Daddy, we insisted; He knew both of our names. Oh you and your games our mother said and being authority, had her way.

Me grade 2

Life was a lot about haystacks and hayrides, cider mills and bonfires, swimming and boating, camping and fishing, snowmobiling and sledding, libraries and comic books, and an alien  futuristic  future we deduced from a short lifetime of  The Jetsons, Lost in Space, Stingray, Supercar, etc .Fifth graders still did crafts and a student body stability  and  classroom informality unknown to today's pressed classrooms , allowing us ti play outside 1 and a half hours a day at school and outtside at home until dark. You only  had homework if you hadn't finished it in class, which i uusually had--homework sometimes meant cutting up National Geographics but it was always great fun creative stuff. I  never questioned God's love for me. Would you?

Tony Young

Terry Young

It had brothers in it--I had brothers then.

THe picture says November 1970. Terry died November 1 at 1 a.m. so Mom must have picked it up after that. That must have been hard for her. Dad had taken us to meet our state congressman. Tony, 13, Terry, 11.  I was 16. As the paramedics wheeled him out, saying to me that it didn't look very good, I said a Hail Mary and knew it would be alright. The neighbors had all rushed over and  the hyperexcitable Su Keiser from 2 doors down sobbingly threw her arms about me saying "Deanne I'm so sorry!" "It's ok," I said calmly. When it wasn't, I went into total shock. God was supposed to have loved me!

Click on their pictures to see my brothers'                  pages.