Life with Fred & Lucy, Part 10: The Offspring

                                                                                   

                          Fred & Lucy's offspring at Atlantic City.

Christmas Eve was the big festival in our family. My Grandmother along with mom and my aunts Anna and Rose would help prepare the seven fish dishes…yummy! My siblings and I try to keep up with the tradition, although, because of the rising cost of fish; I’m down to four selections.

                                                            

The Siblings

We are our genetic code! You can argue all you want, but the proof is in the pudding. We've inherited our characteristics, both physical and mental, from a long line of ancestors. My siblings and I share most of my parent’s physical ailments and a whole bunch of mental crap, too.
                                                                   

 OCD runs rampant in our family, which makes us wonderful employees: loyal, hard-working, dependent, and detail oriented…but we can also drive ourselves crazy with this need to do everything right.

                                                                                                                                                          
                                                             

My two sisters, Jane and Lucy along with my brother Michael were a wild bunch. Don’t get me wrong, we were well behaved and respectful to everyone we met, but we like the Little Rascals and the Three Stooges were always getting into some miscalculated mess. Did you notice me giving Jane the stink eye?So using our baby pictures, Let me introduce you to the children of Fred & Lucy.

                                                                                         

Lucy…the baby… was the peacekeeper between Jane and I. Poor Lucy is the one that was dragged unknowingly into some of our craziest projects, usually with us telling her, “Don’t worry, we won’t drop you.”

                                                           

Jane…the second child, was the sister that I was jealous of. She is the sister that I tried to sell her to the Fudgy Wudgy Ice Cream Man down at the shore.

                                                        

Michael was the only boy… Mom's favorite. He drove Fred crazy by taking every clock in our house apart; he was mechanically inclined. He was always ratted on by his three sisters whenever he did something wrong, which was usually a  daily occurrence.

                                                                

                                                                  

Last is me…the oldest and the ring leader of the oft disastrous escapades that always landed us four kids in loads of trouble. Was I a brat? Maybe not so much a brat, but someone who constantly challenged authority.

                                                             

Here is the whole family at Palumbo's with Uncle Pat and his girlfriend. Now that you’ve met the family , I hope you’ll visit my weekly episodes of "Life with Fred and Lucy".