My sister Rhomona Maudlin Lewis was the baby of us thirteen siblings. She was something else as you could see in her picture. I remember her as a feisty little thing. She took no mess from anyone, not even her so-called friends, who lived in our neighborhood. She was young when she got married and I thought that her cussing like a sailor would end, but it didn't. I left Boston in 1975, right after she got married to her high school sweetheart. Being the favorite of all the siblings, she was the only one who could get away cussing like a sailor. Earlier in her life, my mother used to wash her mouth out with soap, literally, but that did not deter her from using profanity.