Remembering My Sister Betty Chambers
By Karen Coulson
My sister, Edna Elizabeth Anderson, AKA: Betty Chambers, was nine years older than me. In my childhood, my biggest ambition in life was to learn to make popping noises with the chewing gum in my mouth, just like Betty. She was my idol. In my young mind I thought she twinkled. Her eyes, her dancing, and her voice, all twinkled, like the stars.
Betty was the youngest member of the ‘Floridatown Cloggers”. Mom took us to watch them dance whenever she could. I loved it! I was so proud to call her my sister. I wanted to be just like her. Everyone liked her. She was always FUN.
When Betty married and her husband was serving overseas, she lived with us. Little sis, Roberta and I played with their young son, (Michael, age about one year,) like he was a doll baby. When her husband, Larry, came back and was picking them up to haul them off to Kansas to live, Berta and I thought our world was crashing apart. Roberta was so upset, just as they were ready to leave, she snuck up behind Larry and bit him hard on the rear end. From the sound of his uncomfortable yell, I think sitting and driving all the way from Florida to Kansas must have been torture. Fortunately, he didn’t hold it against her and they had a very careful but cordial relationship as adults.
When I married and became an adult, Betty and I got together whenever possible. Although that wasn’t often enough for me, I still felt her love and support. I wasn’t nearly as good a sister to her as she was to me but she never complained. Not to my face anyway. Throughout her life, she listened to my problems, she counseled me, and she helped make my life more fun. I’ll miss her greatly until we can be together again.