Forever Young / Joven Para Siempre

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The Kid Brother was having some financial problems. He kept running out of spending money before his Saturday bowling league, which is the most important day of his week. It took some back and forth with the office that manages the residence and the organization’s main office, but there was nothing fishy going on. Just some confusion with Social Security that will soon (I hope, I hope) be worked out.

Meanwhile, the office lent him money so he wouldn’t miss bowling these last two weeks (he had already missed three) and San Geraldo and I wired money to his account to help him get by until the problem is worked out. He has already paid back the office. But I knew we could kiss our money good-bye. So, I told him to consider it a birthday present. A very BIG birthday present, since I usually just send him a card!

Yes, The Kid Brother is aging. He’ll be 59 years old (gasp) on Tuesday. (I don’t know how that happened since I’m only 29.)

My Mother the Dowager Duchess was the fifth of seven children — nine years younger than her eldest sister and nine years older than the youngest. Until the day she died, she referred to the youngest as “my kid sister.” Her Kid Sister was 80!

But, cheers to The Kid Brother who will forever be … The Kid Brother!

EL HERMANITO ESTABA teniendo algunos problemas financieros. Se quedó sin gastar dinero antes de su liga de bolos del sábado, que es el día más importante de su semana. Tomó un poco de un lado a otro con la oficina que administra la residencia y la oficina principal, pero no había nada sospechoso. Solo una confusión con el Seguro Social que pronto (espero, espero) se resolverá.

Mientras tanto, la oficina le prestó dinero para que no se perdiera de jugar bolos en las últimas dos semanas (ya se había perdido tres) y San Geraldo y yo enviamos dinero a su cuenta para ayudarlo a sobrevivir hasta que se resuelva el problema. Él ya ha pagado la oficina. Pero sabía que podíamos despedirnos de nuestro dinero. Entonces, le dije que lo considerara un regalo de cumpleaños. ¡Un regalo de cumpleaños muy GRANDE, ya que generalmente solo le envío una tarjeta!

Sí, The Kid Brother está envejeciendo. Tendrá 59 años de edad (jadeo) el martes. (No sé cómo sucedió ya que solo tengo 29 años.)

Mi Madre La Duquesa Viuda fue la quinta de siete hijos — nueve años menor que su hermana mayor y nueve años mayor que la menor. Hasta el día en que murió, se refirió a la más joven como “mi hermanita”. ¡Su hermanita tenía 80 años!

Pero, ¡saludos a El Hermanito que siempre será … El Hermanito!

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

35 thoughts on “Forever Young / Joven Para Siempre”

  1. Ahhhh, the kid brother and I are just a few months apart in age!
    You are a great brother — I have great sisters, and no brothers, but, you know, great is great… it’s clear. Glad to hear that things are getting straightened out. Yikes.
    Judy

    1. Judy:
      It’s always such a strange thing for me to contemplate… that my brother is the same age or older than many of my friends. Like I said, forever young. I love what you share about and with your sisters. It warms my heart.

  2. I just found your blog again. Thanks for coming to mine while I was unable to visit blogs. I wish I had brothers or sisters, younger or older. As one gets older we realize that age is mostly in the mind, although the body knows it too as we may have to replace some parts, just like in an old automobile model. A friend told me he had to go and visit his old aunt, so I said to him don’t call her old, how old is she? Well he said, she is 107! I guess one can be old then…

    1. vagabonde:
      I love that story. One Sunday when I was visiting my grandparents, my grandfather came back from some kind of men’s gathering in the neighborhood and told me about a “very, old, old, old, old man” he had been talking with. I laughed and asked, “How old IS he, grandpa?” And he said, “86!” My grandfather was a mere 82 at the time.

  3. Look at that grateful smile on the ‘Kid Brother’s’ face!!
    And yes, Mitchell, you are one good brother to have!

  4. Happy Birthday to Your Kid Brother, from another Kid Brother. After 60 years, my oldest brother still refers to me as his “Little Brother”.

    1. David:
      I guess that’s the standard. When I started college, I told a friend my big sister was coming to visit. He was shocked when she arrived and was shorter than me (although not by much) and she was slender. It made me think twice about that phrase, at least in her case.

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