The Sisterhood And The Monkee

youngal 001This is what Hungarian Work Horse looked like when I met him. Little does he know but he was the reason my sister Linda and I had one of the biggest fights in our life.

As you know girls can be territorial when it comes to things and my sisters and I were no different. Linda and I made a pact when we were teens that we would never date someone the other one had. I really don’t know why now but I guess at the time we must have thought it was important. She was probably worried that they might tell me she picked her nose or something and I already had enough stuff on her that she could have been sent to prison for years. We never had a problem until this guy came along. At the time I was in love or so I thought with this Mexican boy and she had her sights set on my Hungarian Work Horse(even though he wasn’t mine at the time).The Mexican boy and Work Horse were friends when Linda and I liked them and they would walk about ten miles to our house to see us. We would be so scared we were going to get in trouble because Mom wasn’t home we would send them packing. I remember one time in the winter they weren’t even there for five minutes. I can’t believe they even came back once but they did.

As time went on both of us got over the boys and went on with our life. Then one night I was at a party and the next thing I knew I was sitting on a picnic bench with this Davy Jones look a like from my sisters past. He had grown his hair out and it was longer than mine. He was so cute and so very shy. I am sure if he hadn’t had a few toddies he would have never had the courage to even talk to me. I think because he was a little more relaxed than usual his shyness wasn’t a problem. He asked if I remembered when he walked to my house to see Linda and of course I did. He told me that he just wanted to see me not Linda and I was shocked. My sister Linda was and still is one of the prettiest girls in our family. I never thought I was much to look at so it was so surprising to me that he would want to see me and not her. He asked me out and I said yes. It was like he wanted the ugly stepsister and not Cinderella. It goes to show you that love can be blind. You might say I took the last train to Clarksville that night and never looked back.

It was a few weeks later that Linda and I were in our bedroom and I pleaded my case about going out with Davy,I mean Hungarian Work Horse. I had been sneaking around with him and my nerves couldn’t take it anymore. She was furious with me and we started hollering. The name calling was at an all time high. We might have even threw a fist or two. A flash back of red marks on someone’s neck just flew in. Good gravy were we CHOKING each other? I couldn’t understand how she could be mad because she didn’t even like him anymore and hadn’t for a long time and she was dating someone else. That’s the way it was with us. We loved each other hard and when we were mad we were mad at each other hard. I know now that she wasn’t mad at me because I liked this guy, she was mad because I broke a promise to her and that was something we just didn’t do. The sisterhood was our sanctuary and I had put a dent in it.

It seems like forever ago that day happened and now I laugh about it but it shows the true character of my sister Linda. She might blow when something happens but she truly is the most forgiving person I have ever met in my life. I get mad when people hurt her and hold on to it longer than she does. She is the best sister anyone could ask for and I still learn from her forgiveness. I love her with all of my heart and always will. When God made her He broke the mold. She loved me even when a Monkee wrench got thrown in. I guess it didn’t hurt that she got the best brother-in-law in the world either. Blessings everyone.

Teaching Sunday School

37 thoughts on “The Sisterhood And The Monkee

  1. “Good gravy, we were choking each other”. I recall a few fights with my sister growing up. If I recall she always said I hit her harder than she hit me. Who knows? Great post! Blessings!

    • I am laughing thinking of us fighting now. We were thicker than thieves at the time and still are to this day. That flash back of the red marks that I saw was on Linda’s neck. Now that I think of it I hope we were just pinching pimples.

  2. The last couple times I’ve tried to post a comment it hasn’t worked. I finally was able to post this comment on your About Me page, of all crazy things. So I’m going to try again and see if it will work here:I’m glad you got the fairytale ending–Cinderella got her prince AND a real sister who forgave her instead of an evil step-sister! What a great story!

    Speaking of hiding things from your parents, we weren’t allowed to listen to rock music because my parents believed the Beatles were a Communist plot to subvert the youth of America (yes, really!) Back in 1965 when I was in 6th grade, a baby sitter of ours used to let us watch the Monkees’ show on TV AND “Dark Shadows” until somehow one of us girls (I’m sure it was one of my younger sisters!) let something slip and we were busted. No more rock music for me until I rode the school bus in 1970, and the bus driver played a radio station with things like “Green-Eyed Lady” and “Billy, Don’t Be a Hero.” I still love those songs to this day because they take me back to listening to forbidden fruit on the bus! 🙂

    • Oh my goodness Dark Shadows was Linda and I’s very favorite. She was in love with Barnabas and I thought he was handsome too. We got to watch it after school before mom got home from work. And those songs you talk about were some of our favorites but The Monkees and Ricky Nelson brought me my first childhood crush. I don’t even know if I knew it was a crush. You had me cracking up over the Beatles comment because my grandparents on mom’s side really hated rock and roll too. We listened to polkas at their house. Thanks for letting me go down memory lane with you adopted sister. Blessings and hope your girl is doing well. I haven’t heard from mine in a while. She is still in Thailand I think.

    • Linda never was a very good fighter. She used to try to give the little ones a spanking and have to call me for back up because they turned on her and started to beat the crap out of her. Now you got me laughing when I think of it. She would be the first to tell you I had to get her out of a little kids hands because it back fired on her.

  3. Tee Hee…Monkee wrench! You KNOW I absolutely ADORE this post!!! Hungarian Work Horse is quite the DJ doppelganger…he definitely has the Davy-esque smile. Easy to see why he would make even sisters fight. Speaking of Monkees, I just went to see my boys in concert over the weekend. I’m finishing up a post about for tomorrow 🙂

    Such a great story about true love and sisterly love…both always win out!!

    • I am so jealous and can’t wait to read about the concert. I bet it was so much fun even without Davy. My sister always liked Peter better but I was Davy all the way. Even though HWH sounds like a cat caught in the washing machine when he sings he is really my true love and I don’t know what I would do without him.

  4. I just love how you write and your stories! This was a great one! I loved the fight scene but I’m glad you stood your ground and ended up with such a great guy! Hungarian Work Horse was a cutie and I love the picture of you and your sister! Great hairdos!

  5. Liz, This is one of my favorite posts of yours. You have such a great memory, and it shows in the details. I can’t believe they walked 10 miles just for the chance to see you two–not sure I even drove ten miles to see a crush in high school:)

    Great writing, Liz!

  6. I missed so much not having a sister! Such a great story and such great photos of such beautiful people! And I discovered another similarity between you and me. I LOVED Ricky Nelson.

    • Thanks Linda. Sisters are a wonderful thing to have and I wouldn’t trade most of them for anything. I am very blessed. As for Ricky, yes he was my all time favorite. I had his albums and would sit by my record player for hours. Blessings

  7. Sis you sure bring on the memories from the past and I forget about some of the things we went through in our lives. The Lord always had a plan for us and who was I to try and change things with the big fight we had that day long ago and yes it wasn’t that you got the guy it was the promise that we made together, but yet it was the Lords devine plan for our life and it was one of the only promises that I was glad was broken between the two of us. I was never a good fighter you are right in that area and I have not won many battles by myself if it wasn’t for you savig my butt with the little ones I would of probably had a few broken bone back then. Still to this day I don’t fight well cause I think of things to late and I always wished I was as witty as you and Loretta was but I just let the Lord fight my battles now it’s just easier that way. All my LOVE to you dear Sis! Oh by the way was that one of the hair styles I gave you in the photo – Nice – I didn’t do so well on my own that day I guess!!! LOL

    • I must say we hardly ever fought but that fight was necessary for my future. There is no way you could handle my hunk of burning love!! You are very witty and I love you to pieces. That hair style was not from you. I think it was from Loretta because she always gave me the nice hair dos. Blessings dear sister and I will talk to you soon.

  8. lol@ last train to Clarksville. I knew as soon as you mentioned Davey Jones, you were going to work that in the story somewhere. Thanks for sharing such thoughtful peace on how you met your man. And to think none of this could have been possible without your sister’s selflessness.

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