Every day of my adult life, I wake with the thought of how much I love my siblings. There was a time when I did not like most of them and they felt the same about me. When it came time to sit my sister, brother and me, everyone would argue about who didn't want to watch me. Mom and dad were easy on me. I know now it was because they were tired by the time I came along. The elder children were not impressed. I was prone to tantrums. My big debut in public was during the filming of the movie I was in; It was my best work to date.
It was one of those summer mornings were you woke up hot. Mom, my brother, sister and the middle sister walked up town to the hotel where they were shooting a portion of the movie.
Most of my tantrums were triggered by one or more of my siblings.So, all the way up, my middle sister {She was everything you may know or heard about the middle child} would not stop telling me that I better behave. Just when I was beginning to get tired, the hotel came into site.
I don't remember how many times they had to holler cut but on que, I would scream to the top of my lungs every time the lead actor walked toward me and my sister. Not wanting to take me out of the scene, they waited until I fell asleep on my sisters' shoulder. I didn't get in trouble because we weren't suppose to be there anyway. My sister put the fear of god in me after that and for years I feared and respected her. When she married our relationship turned for the better.

Mom and dad were creatures of habit. You never had to guess their comings and goings. Church on sunday-Mom was the head organist and choir director. There were no elders in our church,just deacons. My dad was the head deacon and sunday school teacher. I loved it when he taught, because he made the bible stories come to life and we were a captive audience. My elder brothers and sisters made up most of the choir. No matter how late they got in the night before, my dad would burst into their bedrooms and shout "RISE AND SHINE!!!,THANK GOD FOR ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL MORNING." Off to church we went.
We walked everywhere. Very few people had cars back then. Mom and dad never drove and to date, two of my siblings still do not drive.
Tuesdays, they went to prayer meeting;thrusday,choir practice and once a month town meeting and the the meeting house nearest our house. Everyone belonged to a club and they went to that meeting once a week. I bagan to learn the days of the week by what we had for supper.
Tuesday was the worst for me and everyday I would ask mom if it was tuesday yet. I would beg mom not to leave me. Once they were out
of site, someone would order me into the house. There was a huge closet off the dining room that collected stuff. I was put in there and sat in the dark for hours and then the door would open and someone would tell me to go to bed. Sometimes I got locked in my parents room and I would hide under the bed until I was let out. Not knowing for sure if I was going into the closet or up stairs,I would put matches, candles, coloring books and what ever else I could find to help me pass the time and when mom said "yes,today is tuesday" I would gather up my stuff and put everything in the closet.