By Loretta Humble/Around the Town
When I came along in 1938, I interrupted my sister Mary’s 12-year reign as baby of the family. I don’t think she was glad to see me. Eight years later the birth of her daughter, Margaret Helen, shoved me off the baby throne. I thought she was wonderful, but I’m afraid as soon as Margaret got old enough to notice, I started picking on her the way Mary had picked on me. Mary was my only sister, and Margaret was her only daughter. Being closer to my age than Mary, Margaret seemed as much my sister as Mary was, and after I grew up and stopped giving her a hard time, we became very good friends as well. They were both beautiful, creative, and very smart women. Although Mary had a sharp tongue, and particularly enjoyed using it on me, I always greatly admired her, as I have written a number of times in this column.
