Pampered

I have always jokingly called myself the favorite daughter because I am the only girl. But now, after sorting through piles of family photos, I know I was the most photographed child in the family which is typical for a firstborn.

When I came to Aldo, the middle child of the five, I felt so sorry as there were so few photographs. But one stands out because it captures how much we were enjoying baby brother, as well as Mother's resourcefulness using what was available--a canner.

(Sorry about the bluriness. Think of it as looking back in time: "now we see through a glass darkly," to quote Scripture, though out of context.)

Yes, I was very privileged and pampered. The many photos record for posterity the things my parents made for me and the time they spent with me.

Daddy, always the builder and craftsman, made most of the home furniture and toys for me. There was the wooden rocking horse, the chalkboard and desk, and much more. And mother, the amazing seamstress sewed my first winter coat and hat as well as many dresses. As we looked at the photos together she pointed them out as well as the color of each one. (Too bad, no color photos back then.)
She loves certain color combinations: turquoise and brown. For her senior picture she was wearing a favorite dress, brown with aqua collar. And my little coat was aqua with brown velvet collar.

Conclusion: Yes, I was the favorite first-born and now it is my turn to give. "To whom much is given much is required."