Sister #2 - Peggy

Well, there is so much to write about this sister.  "The Rebel".... always into trouble for this or for that.  I looked back at some pigtures of her when we were growing up and I had to chuckle (okay, so I outright laughed outloud).  She was so quirky.  What a dork!   Anyway, like, she was the one with me on the bicycle. She always got me in trouble and so that leads me into the oh-so-famous "butter story". The grandkids love to hear this one.  I think because I got into trouble over it.  Here we go:
Dinner was over and the girls always did the dishes and cleaning up.  So, I usually tried to wriggle my way out of doing dishes by having to go to the bathroom.  However, my sister Peggy (second to the oldes of us 5) thought this time I would not get out of my part of the dishes.  So, we were putting things away and she is holding this little plate of butter (and back in those "old days") we used butter.  So, she comes over to me and says, "Hey Jane.  If you eat this stick of butter, I will do your dishes for you." I looked at the butter and then at her and said, "NOPE! you will tell Dad and then I will get a spanking. Uhhh ahhh!"  Peggy kept pestering me into eating the stick or even any part of it.  She nudged me and told me to eat the butter and that she would do my part of the dishes.  Now, by this time, my oldest sister (Vicki) had stopped what she was doing and watched the little entertainment going on at the moment.  She smiled and shook her head.  I think that was the look that "baby sister is about to get into trouble".  So, I made Peggy promise that she wouldn't tell our Dad and that she would do allllll of the dishes.  She nodded up and down (and grinning that big cat smile).  So, I took the stick of butter in one hand and opened wide and she shoved it into my mouth.  A little more than I would have, but it was in my mouth - and then the big announcement came.  "Dad.... Jane ate the butter! You better come and see."   Yep! Sure enough - that snitch!  Dad walked around the corner and there - that look on his face - oh no!  I am in trouble now.  He came up to me and gave me a strong whack on my back and out came the butter.  He said "get cleaned up and you are doing the rest of the dishes.  Peggy and Vicki, you go do your homework. Jane, get busy." That mean, horrible look on his face told me I was not out of the woods yet.  Through my tears and hateful thinking about my sister, I got the dishes done (seemed like all night).  And, still I never made it to the bathroom. Imagine that. 
Peggy and I keep in touch regularly.  When we call each other, our conversation starts out with not much new going on; however, 2- 1/2 hours later or when the cellphone batteries are about to die, something had to go one.  Laugh, tell stories, swap opinions, memory-walking, just lovin' it all.  You'll hear more about dear Peggy.  I've still got two brothers to go through.  However, here are a couple pigtures so you get the idea.

Wasn't she so sweet looking.  Yeah, right.  But, she would pinch the babies and poke me all the time.  I think it was the middle child syndrome.  Even though she wasn't the middle child, close enough.

Rollers in our hair at her daughter's wedding.  I just grabbed these to show you.  I will get more better ones later.   So, enough of my sister Peggy.  She's so funny.  I love her so much.  She has type 1 diabetes and almost lost her life over it a couple times.  Now, I will close with this one and work on my next one.  Coming up:  My older brother, Doug.
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