By
Howard
M. Fitzcharles III
Preamble
by Miss Birds
I was one of five (quintuplets) and even though I was quit small, I clearly
remember “Mom” and my sisters. Can you imagine having four siblings that are
all your age and all females? I remember it being fun. As a “little one” I
remember thinking Mom was quit tall and I wondered if I was going to grow up
that large and look like her. At the time Mom gave us all nick names and she
could tell us apart. My nickname was “Miss Birds” a name given to me in
remembrance of someone before me. I didn’t know it at the time since I was so
small and so young. My sisters’ nicknames were; Robin, Red, What, and Big
Bird.
I remember Mom was so nice and warm and often held me close to her, I felt safe
from the entire outside world when I was close to her.
She held me close more often than she held my sisters. I didn’t know or
care why she seemed to want to hold me more that the others. I don’t know if
they felt jealous or not, I don’t remember any of them expressing it in any
way.
We soon moved out into the country and I liked it out there. Mom was very
protective of us and kept us close to her and we were confined when we were very
small. But living out in the country, Mom relaxed her tight control and gave all
five of us much more freedom. Mom would work in her garden and I remember having
fun chasing butterflies. I better stop and let you read the story of “The Rose
and the Birds”