Kathleen is my older sister. She is the one whom I followed around like a puppy before Sheila and Regan came along and did the same to us.
Kathleen always had the better costume (witness the photo above) when we played dress up. She always got perfect ringlets when my grandmother would rag curl our hair using flat beer to set it (did everyone do this or is it an Irish thing?) She had a tutu and a pogo stick and cool gymnastics shoes like Nadia Comaneci, our hero.
Needless to say, I wanted to do everything she did until the little sisters showed up and I could enjoy the perqs of being a big sis myself.
I know you’ve moved beyond ringlets and costumes, Kathleen, but you still deserve the best in life. I have no doubt that with your grace and fortitude all your dreams are with in your reach.
Now a bit of nostalgia. Look back to 1976 when we all thought we would be Olympians and our parents thought we would break our necks …
Hope you have a Happy Birthday!
Love, Moira

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