FUN WITH LYNN AND PAM PART I-LYNN HAD NO TOYS

These stories could never be told in just one part; my fingers would fall off from typing. I was not around when most of these antics were going on or I was not a part of them. While sitting around a table with a recorder the size of a cigarette lighter, my two sisters told their stories. As they their stories were unfolding, I kept saying "where was I"? and they would say, "yes, where were you. I am four years older than Lynn and ten years older than Pam; so I could have been at work or my boyfriends house.

Lynn had no toys---well, that is the story that she tells in order to justify torturing her little sister, Pam.

Take the day that Lynn took Pam's sandbox and put it in a tree. The idea in her little brain was to made it like a tree house. The ladder was placed at the tree and they climbed up to the waiting sandbox. Lynn must have had to leave for a moment. At the bottom of the tree she removed the ladder; therefore leaving her little sister stranded in the sandbox-tree house. Hmmm, I wonder how long she left that poor kid up there and how long was it before Pam began screaming.

The bees in our yard were not safe from the scientific mind of Lynn. that would probably be better stated as the torturous mind of Lynn. She caught the yellow jackets in a jar, fired up the barbeque in the back yard and proceeded to boil them alive. I guess you could say that she had inovative ideas for entertaining herself.