Susan Spess Shay

Still playing make believe.

Happy Birthday, Sister Cin!


Happy Birthday!

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This is Cynthia Louise Spess DeLay, and today is her birthday!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CINDY!Isn’t she a cutie patootie?

Adorable, isn’t she? Here’s the back of this picture–

Mama’s handwriting.

Yeah, I blotted out the year. I don’t want a sister mad at me who has a birthday wish coming. 😉

Today is this little doll’s birthday.

I really don’t have very many funny stories about Cindy.

She was born when I was in first grade. I remember getting a sticker for doing such fantastic brilliant work in class that I dazzled the teacher (snort) and I gave that sticker to my new baby sister. She didn’t seem to appreciate it much. 

If she had been a boy, her name would have been Christopher Darwin Spess. (We’ve been grateful God saved our boy until Dad changed his mind about that name.)

Cindy has always been very quiet. So quiet when she was an infant, Mom took Sister Debbie and me to dance lessons in the Small Town to the North, and forgot Cindy. (Dad was home, but he didn’t know Cindy was.)

Twice we went home from church and left her. (It really was an accident. Honest!) The preacher had to bring her.

When our youngest sister was born, Cindy was nine. Mom rarely had to get up with the baby in the night. Mom would get up and Cindy would already have the bottle, feeding away.

Talk about shadows of things to come! Cindy had five babies of her own, but she didn’t use bottles. These days she’s a lactation consultant at a hospital in the Big City. And she has two grandsons! (Yes, I’m jealous.)

Cindy’s one of those women you hope your daughters will emulate. She’s smart, hard working and very loving. She was never a fighter (she had a just younger sister who stepped up when someone picked on the sis!) and learned in a hurry that tears worked with Dad. Fussing didn’t.

When she was an infant, Sister Debbie (a toddler) bit her toe. When Cindy was a toddler, she bit Deb’s toe in retaliation. (Our family is big on repeating funny stories, so Cindy knew all about Deb’s bite.)

I applied for my first non-family job when I was about 15. When I stopped crying (I really didn’t want to apply for that job) the owner said, “You know, Cindy is my favorite of all you Spess girls.”

I really didn’t blame him. Cindy never caused trouble. Never played too loud when babies were trying to sleep. Was never mean to anyone and never forgot to take care of kids around her and always made really good grades.

I got the job anyway. Ü

So . . . happy birthday, Cindy! I hope this year will be one of your best, ever! God bless you and keep you and cause His face to shine on you.

I don’t know if Sister Cin reads my blog, but if you do, please say hello!

Is anyone else lucky enough to have a sister like this? If you do, give a shout here today. Tell us about her and/or just say, “Love You!” 

Author: Susan Shay

For as long as I can remember, I've loved two things--reading and people--and that led me to become a writer. Many of my stories are set in Small Town Worlds. I'm a wife, mother, sibling and an aunt. I have a deep faith in God, and an exciting life in Christ. Maybe I shouldn't be (after all, he's God!) but I'm constantly amazed at the things He's up to. :)

7 thoughts on “Happy Birthday, Sister Cin!

  1. Happy birthday, Aunt Cindy! Hope you have a great day. LOVE YOU!

  2. Hi Ashley! *waving* How’s school?

  3. Happy Birthday Cindy!
    Gee, what an act to follow! But I always had her back!!!! She probably wished sometimes that I didn’t
    It was great to have Cindy as my big sister, except when the teachers would ask, “why can’t you be more like her?”
    I tried, really I did.
    I love you Cindy!

    PS Hi Ashley!

  4. #4-You should have told them, ” I’m just trying not to be like Susan.” They would have loved you then! LOL.
    I loved the stories about how you stepped up and verbally smacked girls hateful to the Cin.
    Gotta be nice to our sibs. LOL.

  5. Happy late birthday Cindy! I have to admit, I get a huge kick out of hearing about your past as a family. (especially when it involves #4 doing stuff that she would avoid talking about now. 🙂

  6. Happy (late) birthday, Cindy. 
    Susan, one memory I have of Cindy involves the little car all the Spess children were blessed to drive….until your dad started the Pontiac dealership in town. Then the younger siblings had new Pontiacs to drive. Anyway, Molly and I rode various places with Cindy during her time with the car. (was it a blue Falcon?) She would be told to go straight there and back. Naturally Cindy went STRAIGHT to the destination and STRAIGHT back. One day we rode to FCC with Cindy when she was sent on a errand. Of course Molly and I were trying to get her to go up onto Broadway and make a drag down Main. (I’m not sure how old i was when i figured out Cindy held her ground and wouldn’t do it. She wouldn’t even drive onto main street for the couple of blocks that were sorta-straight there. While Cindy was in the church Molly and I put the car in neutral and rolled it up on the sidewalk. Cindy came out and was so worried someone was going to see the car parked on the sidewalk and she was going to get in trouble. I’m not sure if your parents ever knew it or not.  :0)
    I’m not sure how Cindy stayed out of trouble running around with Molly! (Molly, if you’re reading this, sorry!!) 

    • That’s so funny, Lori. All the sibs were like that. It’s not as if we got into bad trouble if we didn’t toe the line. We were always afraid we’d disappoint our parents. That was much worse than a spanking or getting grounded!
      I love that story! That car was green, I think or a bluish-green Falcon that dad bought for Deb from an older couple in our church. I drove it to Ozark once, and on the way home it threw a piston. 😦 I felt so bad for “breaking” Debbie’s car.
      At the end of its life, the car STOLEN from the Pontiac car lot (figure that one out. LOL!) and ended up in the lake.

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