My older sister Frieda (later Fritzie) did not live at our house when I was growing up. She had been almost adopted by family friends, the Havemans, as a companion for their only daughter.   The father, Hans Haveman, had a brewery.  They lived on the same street in Detroit as Mother and Dad, when we were growing up.  Aunt Gretchen (Mrs. Haveman), was Mother’s best friend.   When we moved to the country, they moved into a lovely home in northern Detroit and also had a home in Hamilton, Ontario, in Canada, where they kept horses.  Frieda lived with the Havemans during high school.  She would visit us when the Havemans visited.  Mr. Haveman occasionally hunted pheasant on our property, and, occasionally, I was allowed to spend the night at “Aunt Gretchen’s” house when they returned home from a visit.