I was talking to my sister Judy Monday night, she was feeling down about some things that our bully brother had said about the past. We got to talking about how we girls were treated from the boys, and what our duties were , and how Mom didn't remember them . So Judy asked me if I remembered, she started to talk about one , and I finished it. Being the oldest girl, and Judy was the 2nd , but 4th child born out of 8 children. Now you have to remmber this was in the Late 50's early 60's If anyone has ever seen the movie MONA LISA SMILE ,Yes I could relate to it? It was my job to help care for the younger ones, if I wasn't in school I was to make sure my little brother and sisters layed down for their nap, by rocking their crib and sang songs until they fell asleep. When Judy was old enough to help , she helped me with Michelle. we use to play this game, of writting on each others back with our fingers, to see if the other person could tell..My job was to clean the upstairs bathroom make sure the other kids were up and ready for school have the upstairs clean, come down eat, then Judy and I did dishes and left for school. We took turns cooking meals 2 to 3 times a week, for the family. We had to help with the wash and fold up the clothes, then I was taught to sew....And thats what my brother does't understand, when I say No. You were raised diffrernt from me... While he was out doing his boyish things , I was being trained to be a wife, a Mother.. ect .. what was expected of me... Just as my Mother was, what was expected of her, and thats the way people thought at that time, after all women weren't supose to have dream's, I wanted to Dance, and do ART. My Mother was lucky she got to finish school, she wanted to go to college, but she couldn't.. And I will say there were times I did clash with my Mother, because I didn't want to do What was expected of me...I wanted to breath...and I don't hate her like my brother keeps telling her....After all she made me who I am.......