Friendship is born at the moment when one (woman) says to another, What? You too? I thought that no one but myself …— a slightly modified observation from C.S. Lewis’ book, The Four Loves
Over breakfast at a favorite neighborhood deli some years ago a long-time friend and I made a surprising discovery about each other. We are both the oldest child in our families. Which means we are also each the oldest daughter in our families. We began to talk about why that was important. For the next two hours that day, stories about our first-child/oldest-daughter experiences poured out and spilled over like coffee from the pot of our distracted waitress. We commiserated so totally with each other that by late morning when we left, we laughingly considered forming an ODA — an Oldest Daughters Anonymous group. That never happened.
What did happen is that I began researching the topic of oldest daughters and spent the next ten years writing a book about us. I heard from several hundred survey participants and conducted personal interviews with more than one hundred first-born females and family members. And now I want to continue the conversation through this website and blog.
Patricia Schudy
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