There is something so intimate and magical about whispering a secret.…
“A sister is both your mirror — and your opposite.” — Elizabeth Fishel
My only sibling, a sister, Carrie Ann and I were moved from rural Amarillo Texas in 1975 to a suburb of the 3rd largest city in the United States. My Dad had taken a transfer, maybe a promotion, I can’t remember that detail.
It was the beginning of the unraveling of my biological family. A high point of the move was the house, I loved it, quickly claiming a basement room with no door that closed it off from the inside of the house. There was a door however, right next to my bed leading outside into the lower yard, I loved to sneak out at night, it was perfect.
My sisters room was also pretty cool. It had a long vertical window at the top of one wall. We would sit on her bed and talk as the summer wind blew in.
Then one day we got to take a trip to the Museum of Science and Industry in downtown.
The best thing about having a sister was that I always had a friend. — Cali Rae Turner
The exhibits I thought would be the most interesting were the U-505 Submarine tour, the Transportation Gallery and the Silver Streak Zepyr Train.
We went though all those, I loved technology and transportation even then.
Then, we wondered into a big quiet room……there was something about it that really got my attention. I loved radios and the ability they brought to hear other voices, to communicate.
But this was no radio.
A Museum favorite since 1938, the acoustic Whispering Gallery still sounds as good as it looks. You and a friend stand with your backs to each other at either end of this long room. When you whisper into the curved dish in front of you, your friend across the room hears you as though you are just inches away. No wires, no power. Can you figure out how it works?
Source: MSI Chicago
I never try to make anyone my best friend because I already have one and she is my sister. — Unknown
We both got on the adjacent platforms not knowing what to expect, I whispered and looked over at her across the room to see if there was any effect. She smiled then turned back around, lifting up on her tippy toes whispering something back “I can hear you.” she said.
Now, I had butterflies in my stomach knowing it worked, we were both thinking what else we could say. We were alone in the room and it felt like no one else could hear us. We could tell each other secrets, special stuff, unusual stuff.
We used to do the same thing all the time, sometimes up in her room. Just the week before, we had slept outside in the backyard. Somehow,the universe thought it appropriate to show us the Northern Lights for the first time in each of our lives. It turned out to be the only time for her. We laid there in awe half the night wondering what it was, too afraid to wake up our parents and ask.
There is one other thing we said to each other that I can remember. As we stood there in awe of our quiet moment wondering how it worked I heard her say “I Love You.”
A sister is a special type of angel on earth who brings out your best qualities. — Unknown
We lost Carrie a few years ago, just one day past her birthday on April 26th. She had made it to her 52nd year.
Today, my hope is that the communication pipeline still exists between us. Although I told her many times how much she was loved, I still say it to her out-loud today. Hopefully, she hears it and feels the same jumbled up tightness and excitement in her soul as I do.
I love you, Sis…