Monday, March 16, 2026

Monday, March 16, 2026

Good morning and happpy Monday.

Andy had planned to write a blog post about the triplets. I scanned photos for the post, and he was collecting his thoughts before getting started. When the time came for him to write it he wasn’t able to type or dictate it himself. He told me he wanted his triplet brothers, Tom and Tim, to write it for him. Without hesitation, both brothers agreed.

Today’s post is part 1, and it was written by Tom. It’s about the triplets’ early years. In part 2, which will be posted tomorrow, Tim gives us a glimpse of what it was like to grow up together and the special bond they shared into adulthood.

Here’s a random little story of my own… Years ago, my college friend, Brenda, was coming to visit me and she was telling her very young niece about me and mentioned that I married a triplet. A long while, maybe months after they had that conversation, her niece asked Brenda about the niblets. It took Brenda a second and a few follow up questions to figure out her niece was asking about the triplets. To this day, Brenda and I refer to Tim, Tom and Andy as the niblets.

Love you guys, Cindy

Early Memories By Tom Snarski

Hey! That’s mine.

Some of my earliest memories are of the three of us sitting side-by-side in our high chairs. Andy sat next to me. Andy was bigger than I was and had an insatiable appetite. He would always finish his portion before I finished mine. Still hungry, Andy would reach over to my high chair and help himself to my food.

Our Godmothers

One photograph shows our godmothers. My godmother, Aunt Generose, is on the far left. In the middle is Aunt Ellen holding Andy, and on the far right is Lois Durkin with Tim.

These women played an important role in our early lives, standing with our family at the beginning of our journey.

First Day of Kindergarten

Going to school together was fun, especially on the first day of kindergarten when we had our class picture taken. There was excitement in the air as we stood together for the photograph. The principal in the picture was Mr. Plaushine (spelling uncertain), and our teacher was Miss Jacob.

For most children, the first day of school meant walking into a room full of strangers. For us, we already had each other.

Who Broke It?

Growing up as triplets meant there were always three possible suspects whenever something went wrong. The question from the adults was often the same:

“Who broke that?”

The answer, of course, was usually unclear. None of us was going to take responsibility!

The Crayon Incident

One day, locked in our bedroom with nothing to do and no way to get out of our bedroom one of us had a card from a card deck to unlatch the bedroom door by wedging the card up until the door was unlatched.

Down the hallway to Lis and Sarah’s room we went for a box of crayons. Back to our bedroom, crayon markings were made on every bit of wall to the highest point we could reach.

Those crayon marks remained there for years. In fact, they stayed on the walls until the family moved out in 1968.

When it finally came time to move, it was also time to scrub the crayon marks off the walls. After all, we had put them on—now we had to take them off.

Later in life, as a father, I discovered that WD-40 works well without all the scrubbing.