My brother Peter Throckmorton

My brother Peter has not spoken to me since I came back from Peace Corps volunteer service in 1980, which is almost forty years ago. Just before I flew to Mali, West Africa, which was my service location, my sister told me not to go, that if I went she would never speak to me again. That was so outlandish that I could hardly believe it. I did go overseas to fulfill my commitment to serve my country and to try to make the world a better place in whatever way I could, and my sister Carla never spoke to me again. My brother Peter also never spoke to me again. In the next decades they would come from out-of-town, take possession of our parents’ home, then physically charge at me, yelling, to drive me out, but they never spoke to me. They both look fairly normal, who are these people that would deny their sister the protection and joys of family membership? Without reason?

Especially my brother, to be a man would he not want to take care of and love both of his sisters?

Caption: My brother Peter Throckmorton 1989

(from the estate papers of Peter & Phyllis Throckmorton)