My Family Hair

I call myself a blonde,,, Never a redhead, like my sister, Oh, how funny she thinks that is. Still, another one is the brunette like our mother. My mother was an Irish and Norwegian girl. I also have another younger sister who is blonde Then it also turned brunette like my mother ~ I could Never figured that out ~ I, of course, thought she dyed it. Then, there are my three brothers, Youngest was a sandy blonde, sort of. The oldest one was also a sandy blonde. Then there, "was", my brother Bill, who died. He was also a redhead like my oldest sister. We bumped heads a lot, too much I thought. Then, there is my father, who brought the red hair. He came from a family line of red-haired Scotch/ Irish. Oh, yes, then there is my lost sister Shirley-Anne Who died at six months, from what they called a blue baby. Mom always said she was a sweet baby and a redhead. I used to wonder if I was her, in a new body, slightly red. Jan. 19, 2013, Saturday 4 pm " inspiration from "Duke Beaufort's poem "color crazy" thank you. As a little girl" I wondered if I was Shirley- Anne, because I was the girl who came after her, she was born in 1953, and I in 1955, mom never said too much about my thoughts, so maybe she felt the same. Or maybe she thought "There goes my crazy little girl"