Ten out of Ten

Last, but definitely not least, is number 10.  I am the Omega to Chris's Alpha.  The Piece de Resistance. The other bookend.  The baby.  Ugh!  I hated when Mom called me the baby of the family.  ESPECIALLY when I was 16, grocery shopping with her, and they would ask if she needed help with her bags.  "No, thank you.  I've got my baby helping me."  Mother!!!

Back on topic.  I'm the caboose of this trainwreck, and as the youngest, my greatest yearning was always to do SOMETHING my older siblings didn't do.  Good luck!  I spent my life being Susan's sister (Volleyball Captain and 13-star general in JROTC) and Patty's (Volleyballer extraordinaire and Artistic to boot) and Becca's (unrivaled sass and independent spirit) kid sister.  That was my normal.  Heck, one time when I was working in Downtown Seattle in my 20's, a stranger came up to me and said, "You're Chris's sister, aren't you?"  That was a new one.

Being at the end of the family, I have the unique experience of being part of a huge family in my youth as well as being part of a small(er) family as the siblings flew the coop.  The energetic Mom and Dad of Chris's youth is vastly different from the exhausted ones of mine.  That's not to say life wasn't as crazy.  It was just a more relaxed crazy.

It is going to be a hoot hearing 40 years of childhoods shared from one set of siblings.  Sometimes you're going to say, "That's just not normal." But sometimes you're going to feel a spark of recognition from your own childhood, and know exactly what kind of craziness we're talking about. Sign up for our newsletter to hear the juiciest secrets that we don't dare post on the Internet.  We have some shame... don't we?

Cathy

Number four is here!

Peggy Cady Kendall #4

Number 4 is here!  Yep, that's me.  Good 'ol #4.  I may be considered the youngest of the older kids, but I'm older than the younger kids, and that made me their boss.  In my world, anyway.

Growing up, I thought it was normal to always have someone tagging along.  I was never lonely and there was always someone to talk to...or boss around.  My days were filled with adventure, fun, laughter, and trying to out-do everyone else.  I was not overly concerned with "how it looked," or apparently how "I" looked, so there wasn't much holding me back from trying something new - as long as I had someone to do it with, that is.  Luckily, we all inherited varying degrees of Dad's humor, so excitement was usually just around the corner.

My fondest memories and greatest adventures were experienced while camping, canning, playing in the street, playing games, running from cows, TPing, running through the woods, playing practical jokes, and just living life as one of the Cady Clan.  On more than one occasion, I laughed so hard that I cried, couldn't breathe, and wet my pants simultaneously.  I'm looking forward to doing it all again (less the wetting myself) as we walk down memory lane and remember all the goofy, fun, stupid, hilarious, crazy, Crazy, CRAZY things we did growing up.  Sign up for our newsletter and check back often to watch as the Crazy Cady Sisters Define Normal....Cady style.

Let the laughter begin!

Peggy - #4

PS:  I win the ugly picture contest!! :)

I'm Number One!

C. Cady Fowler - 1st of 10 kids

I‘m number one. Numero Uno. The First of Ten. The test subject whom my parents practiced on until they felt comfortable enough to try again. I was born in the frugal years when my father was beginning his career in banking and my mother was fumbling her way into motherhood. 

As you can see in this picture I was sweet until my siblings came along and corrupted me. I can tell Mom has been cutting my hair, and I feel like the shirt I am wearing might have been a curtain in an earlier life. So stylish, no, but sweet.

I was taught to cook and sew and fish and laugh and play games and enjoy life even if the lemon tree is the only thing producing in the orchard at the present time. I was loved through thick and thin and basketball and ice skating and piano lessons and camping and kites and selling rocks door to door. 

A life time of laughter and tears, fun and fights.  Stories, so many stories shared and retold. I look forward to sharing it all with you. Soon.

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Until then, 

One a.k.a. Chris

I am Seven

S. Cady Allred - 7th of 10 Children

I am seven. Let me clarify. I'm seventh of ten children. Yes, TEN children.  

My given name is Susan.  But I answer to  Chris, Chuck, Judy, Peggy, Monte, Burt, Matt, Patty, Becca, Cat, Hey you!, and any combination of the names mentioned above. 

Growing up, it usually sounded like, "Chri-Chu-Jud-Pe-Bur-Ma-Pa-Be-Ca-SUSAN, get over here!"

I am also part of a trio of Cady sisters writing a non-fiction story about our lives growing up in the Cady Family.  It promises to  be wild, raucous, a bit disturbing, and occasionally overwhelming.  But that was our life growing up. It was our normal.  Hopefully, you'll discover that it wasn't as scary as it appeared to be on the outside. Though occasionally it was (more of that in later posts).  Primarily, we hope to entertain, and give you a glimpse of our wonderfully chaotic lives. 

Thank you for coming! And don't forget to sign up for our newsletter! there are tidbits that some members of our family deem as blackmail.  We can't share it on the blog, but I'm hoping we can get away with it in the newsletter! Oh, it will be worth it.  I promise! :)

Sincerely,

Seven  a.k.a. Susan