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Our parents required us to take some responsibility for the younger ones, too, But it was mostly things like “Play nicely with your brother/sister” or “when you guys go outside to play make sure the younger ones don’t leave the yard”.My dad worked in town, but had a few head of cattle. He would let us ride in the truck bed of his pickup to go see to them. He even let us ride on the fenders of an old truck that had lavish fenders. We rode up on the top of hay trucks and helped load hay in the barn. He let me drive the old pickup when I was 12, and I drove it ever after that, with one or more siblings on the fenders, in the back or on the running boards. We drove the cattle when needed, and I was chased more than once. We fed hay in the wintertime. We carried guns when we felt like it from about age 10 on. But my dad was very strict in his lessons on gun use and safety, and we adhered to them.
- Six. Two girls and four boys. The first four were about two years younger than the next oldest sibling. About 8 years before the last two, who were about two years apart.
- Yes. Five.
- It didn’t come up. We didn’t hate each other, and didn’t think we had a reason to.
- This is hard for me to even understand. We were fed, clothed, disciplined, educated, taught to pray and to be good. Every one obtained a post graduate degree. We were, I’ll admit, given a lot of freedom. We lived in the country. Other than when we had school, work or homework to do, we went out in the morning, explored, had “adventures”, hunted for arrowheads, fished, hunted, picked fruit in season, investigated things, swam where and when we wanted. We had a sort of “deal” with my mom. If we brought back berries, or other fruit, she would make jelly or pies out of it for us. If we brought back fish, she would cook it, but we had to clean it. Same with crawdad tails if we caught them and shelled them for her. Frog legs, we sometimes fed the whole family with them. I’ll admit, climbing trees for wild grapes for jelly wasn’t easy, (and was a bit hazardous) but we did that too. If, on a non-school day, I wanted to read all day, I could. My parents had a pretty decent library for the time, and I enjoyed their books. Any of my siblings could do that, and did when they wanted to. If I wanted to build something, I could, and sometimes did, and pretty much without parental direction. I suppose some would think of that as neglect because there were hazards involved in all of it. I saw it as the most wonderful freedom that a kid could imagine. We did have to show up in time for dinner, though, no matter what.
People would truly call a lot of that neglect, and I guess my parents would get in trouble nowadays if people knew what we did. Me, I thought it was terrific. Still do.
Now, one needs to realize that older siblings in a situation like that take quite a bit of responsibility for the younger ones. Our parents demanded that we do it in a reasonable manner, and we did. We didn’t think anything was wrong with that, and it truly didn’t seem much of a burden.
We did a fair amount of work when called upon to do it, and nearly always did it together.
I’m not going to say we didn’t quarrel, because we did. But the family had a rule that no one could go to bed without making up, no matter how strong the quarrel was. Never sleeping on one’s anger was an absolute.