Little Known Story About Sister Two

Not many folks realize that Sister Two was abducted at a very young age and raised by Indians.  An obscure tribe, the Ohanpis, thundered through our farmstead and swept her up and onto the back of one of their mustangs.  Dad searched high and lo throughout Oklahoma and California for her to no avail. 

 

Then one day, just as quickly as they had swept her up, they returned her on the night of the fourth rising of the Moon of the Horse.  This was really no surprise to her siblings, but everyone rejoiced and a big celebration was held at the city park on that day and every year after.

She was full of stories about her adventures. Sister Three was especially jealous of her native dress and spent hours fingering the beads and symbolic patches.

She assured us that they were very good to her and taught her valuable lessons that she has applied to her life.  They gave her an Indian name ---- She Who Can't Say No.

She regaled us with tales every evening around a camp fire and shared a delicacy involving graham crackers, marshmallows and chocolate bars. 

 

For years everyone assumed that Dad was a master gardener ... and he was.  But what no one ever knew was that Sister Two related her planting knowledge that she had garnered from the Ohanpis.  She always insisted that Dad place rusty nails and banana skins at the bottom of his tomato plants.  She claimed that this provided the iron the plants needed to thrive and the banana skins decomposed and made the tomatoes extra sweet.  She dotted green pepper blossoms with honey because this caused more bees to pollinate the plants, so therefore it increased the yield.  

She also did the same thing with zucchini and we're all still trying to figure out why --- it wasn't long before people locked their car doors when they saw Dad coming.

Her knowledge of plants and berries came in handy when her eldest progeny had a tie-dye birthday party.  Now she is teaching her youngest about horsemanship.  It's a good thing the Ohanpis were astute horsemen.  

Perhaps if we're really lucky Sister Two will regale us with a tale or two.