Give Your Photos Stories Podcast | 005 Brothers

Give YOur Photos Stories Podcast at Get It ScrappedIn this episode of Give Your Photos Stories we’re looking at photos of Brothers, and we’re telling our stories about them, talking about brothers as playmates, advisers, competitors, annoyances and friends. Our hope is that this conversation will trigger memories of brothers in your life and stories you decide to record. Guests are Sue Althouse, Laura Kaplan and Jennifer Kellogg.

Please share your brother stories in the comments.

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Give Your Photos Stories Podcast | Brothers 

5 Responses to Give Your Photos Stories Podcast | 005 Brothers

  1. Melissa Gross February 6, 2014 at 5:32 pm #

    Another great episode. I enjoyed hearing everyone’s stories. I have two sisters, so while I don’t have brother stories . . . I do have a lot of sister stories! My Daddy was an only child, so no brother stories there. Mama had four brothers, but they were a good bit older than her so there are only a few stories I remember her telling. However, my hubby has a brother younger than him by 7 years and I need to get him to write some of his stories so I can get them on a scrapbook page.

  2. Gretchen Henninger February 7, 2014 at 9:22 am #

    These photos all show wonderful relationships. They are very moving.

    How close our relationships are with our siblings are dependent on a number of variables, and having a same-sex sibling is no guarantee you’ll have a BFF for life. My sister and I are only eighteen months apart and while we love each other, and are both fiercely protective of our family, we’ll never be buddy-buddy. We were too different growing up. Weekend visits are great. Much longer than that and we would probably need a mom referee again (said jokingly, sorta).

  3. Elise Thomasset February 7, 2014 at 8:36 pm #

    Thank you so much for responding to my comment after the Storms podcast. This one was great as well. I appreciate the suggestions to use any photo of a person in a story about them, and to explore Google images. I have done this in the past, but had forgotten. When scrapbooking my childhood stories during a class with Stacy Julian two years ago I was amazed to find images of my elementary school in Tokyo, Japan from the 1960s. It was fabulous! Also, I Googled my great-aunt, my middle namesake and discovered she had written a book! I was able to track it down in a rare bookstore in Denver and purchased a signed copy for $20! Gotta love Google! I will investigate Story Swoop. Obviously triggers and suggestions work well for me, at least “in the moment.”

    As for brothers, I had none, but had two boys of my own. They were very different as children, but a goal I had as a mom was to keep them close, creating opportunities to do things together. As adults now, they are quite close – Best Men for each other, and they often chat, usually about beer & scotch, but hey, Mission Accomplished!

  4. Karen Coffee February 8, 2014 at 2:43 pm #

    Growing up I had 2 brothers, one older and one younger. So I was right smack in the middle, the typical middle child but also in the minority as a sister. I swore because of my childhood experience that I would never have 3 children because one would always be on the outs. I stayed true to that pact with myself. I had 2 children and I stopped having babies. Since I had a boy and then a girl and they don’t make anything else I was done with procreating.

    I always felt left out. I was too young to do what my older brother was allowed to do. I was too old to hang out with my younger brother and friends. Also I heard over and over that I couldn’t do that because I was a girl, not a boy: drive the tractor, mow the lawn, go without a shirt in the muggy summer heat. So I became the rebel who would always take a dare. My younger brother was the cheering section for the grand feat although he was never willing to take a risk.

    Go over those shoals in the river in my inner tube? Sure I could do that. Dumped myself right out of that tube into that muddy river and swallowed gallons before I was rescued.

    Snitch forbidden cookies before supper? Yep, I got caught and do you think my brothers owned up to why I had 3 cookies? Of course not.

    Climb that tree? Yep, I listened to my brother and clambered up on my bike leaning against the pine tree so that I could reach the bottom limb. He held the bike so I should have known better. I climbed all the way to the top and the view was grand, so different from on the ground. I could see the cars out on the road, our house’s roof top, the other side of the woods we played in to the forbidden creek beyond. I hugged the trunk of that tree and thought this was even better than being King of the Mountain. I was in heaven.

    At least that was my feeling until I looked down to lord it over the big brother who’d talked me into that climb and the littler brother who would look up to me now. Looking down below, I realized the bike was not there and neither were my brothers! Heart-pounding PANIC.

    They left me there until it was time for us to go in, when they came back to tell me I’d better climb out of there or big brother was going to tell Mama on me. That brought more fear and panic and didn’t do a thing for my courage. Trembling with tired limbs and fear, I began the slow descent. But I could not hang by my arms and reach the ground as advertised by guess who? You got it, big brother.

    I pulled back up to the safety of that bottom limb, clasped that rough pine tree bark and declared I’d just stay there for the night.

    Finally Mike became bored with torturing me and went to tell Mama despite my pleas. For once it worked in my favor. Mom had me hang down again and she wrapped her arms around me and lowered me to the safety of the pine straw covered ground. She examined all my scratches from the rough bark. Mike & Mark were snickering from behind her back, sure I was about to get it for climbing the tree in the first place.
    But when Mama turned to big brother, he got his just deserved tongue lashing, much to my surprised delight.

    I was 5 and my big brother was 7 and little brother was 3. After that I tried to examine the dangers involved before taking the dares. I was determined to quit being so gullible. That didn’t keep me from taking the risk, but at least I had a better plan of how to take care of myself and my big brother had a grudging respect for me afterwards that was hard earned.

    I don’t have a photo from then, of course, but I’m thinking a photo of the two villains could work for a scrapbook page.

  5. Natalie (QSOgirl) April 15, 2014 at 3:05 pm #

    I’m gradually working through these podcasts (and enjoying them tremendously)… but I had something to add in response to the comment you read at the beginning of the episode.

    As I listen to the stories told on the podcast, stories of my own are popping into my head. I don’t know if I’ll end up scrapbooking them, but I think that what I’m going to do (and have started!) is just jot down my stories in a .txt file on my computer. I think I’ll set up a folder called “stories,” and save them all there. If I know the date, I’ll use it in the filename– for instance, I left a comment on the “Big Storms” episode, and I’ve saved that in my folder as “2003_fall_stormstory” because I don’t know an exact date. Maybe someday I’ll put these stories into an album (with photos or without!). But at least they will be written down! Thanks so much for sparking these stories in my mind, and for the inspiration to save them somewhere other than my (rather pathetic) memory!

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