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April 21, 2014 - Karin Elton
In preparing an obituary for the paper, I noticed among the deceased’s list of survivors was someone noted as a half sister.

It’s interesting that someone differentiated between a regular sister and a half sister.

I don’t know when I was told that my oldest sister had a different dad than my three other sisters and me. I didn’t think anything of it; it was just our family’s particular history. Her dad died when she was very young and mom married again and had four additional daughters.

Being half sisters doesn’t come up in our conversations other than the fact that our behinds are shaped differently. My “whole sisters” and I have round bottoms and Nancy has a flat backside which has been independently verified. One time, years ago, Nancy was walking the streets of San Francisco and a black woman passed by and said, “You could fry an egg on that ass.”

We bring that up from time to time and then we all laugh wholeheartedly.


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