I look completely different. She was very fair, a solid build (not fat at all). I’m very slim and dark, like my father. She was much more shy than I’ve ever been, but far more practical. She was a brilliant cook. I’m not.
Her interests were very similar to mine - books, poetry, and particularly classical music. She was the better pianist, but I’m the better singer. She was quietly feminist, as I am. She had advanced views for someone born in the first decade of the 20th century, so I never felt being a girl had any disadvantages. I had all the same opportunities as my brother. (My father had these attitudes, too, I’m glad to say.)
We were always good friends, and I very much miss talking to her.