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The Triplets
I remember clearly when the triplets were born. Instantly we went from a family of six to nine. I recall my mother asking all of the kids for names because she never expected more than one child even though she was bigger than the Hindenburg.
My brother wanted Huey, Dewey and Louuie; I wanted Harpo, Groucho and Chico; My sister wanted Larry, Curly and Moe but my mother settled on Tim, Tom and Terry. To add triplets into our family seemed to make sense. It wasn't enough that my father was an alcoholic, or that my mother was agoraphobic and terrified of birds. We needed a little more to make sure we were nothing like the others in our neighborhood.
Last night I got home well after nine o'clock and found the energy to grab a couple of minutes from my grandfather's home movies. This short clip is of my mom and the triplets circa 1967.