Throwback Thursday …. Grandmas and Granny Dresses
My English grandma and I, the summer my dad flew her out to visit us, 1966, something like nine years since we’d seen her, four or five, I think, since she’d been widowed. My Dad…
View PostMy English grandma and I, the summer my dad flew her out to visit us, 1966, something like nine years since we’d seen her, four or five, I think, since she’d been widowed. My Dad…
View PostRight after I finished writing the last post here, I headed out for a run. Crossing the bridge, I almost turned back, the sidewalk icy under the layer of snow. But while the footing was…
View PostWe came to Vancouver for this little one’s birthday, and my, was she happy! What a delight it is to have a wee girl’s face light up at the very sight of you…Nana! Granddad! I…
View PostLisa’s eloquent post on her thoughts, as a mother, on her own mother’s decline, prompted me to begin articulating some of my thoughts about the passing of the generational torch, as I’m observing it in…
View PostStrawberry tree (arbutus uneda) with its magic trick of offering fruit and flower simultaneously! I’ve been disappointed with my posts lately, wishing I could find time for some of the reflective writing I really enjoy…
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