Remember Whensday
September 30th, 2009
Is anything more satisfying to a grandmother than spending time with grandchildren???
A date to make cookies, especially the Christmas sugar cookies that required decorating, could be a great fun adventure for all concerned.
Here is a picture of Ashley and Eve, helping with the bread making. Everyone has their own bowl and special loaf to knead and shape, pop into the oven and enjoy warm with butter and strawberry jam.
They are both twenty now, - lovely young women, and I hope their memories of these baking days are as warm for them as they are for me.
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Remember Whensday
I would have to stretch things a great deal if I were to say that I remember when this picture was taken because I was still wherever souls are before they are born to this earth.
It is my mother and father in their courting days, - ca 1922.
I have captured the picture from a larger print, taken outside the house on the prairie that my Grandfather built for his family, before they emigrated from England.
Here is my mother and father, my father's sister, two of my mother's sisters' one of her brothers and a couple of people that were just along for the ride.
The house in the background is still occupied. If you want to get the streetcar to go into Calgary there is no longer that long walk across the prairie, past the gopher holes, and away down the hill to where the streetcar stops. It looks quite modern now, but the actual structure hasn't changed that much. The grandparents slept in the top right hand room, with the door opening out on to the balcony. It is where children cosied up between them for a morning cup of tea. Saucered and blown.
For more Remembrances go to Remember Whensday and share nostalgia.
I would have to stretch things a great deal if I were to say that I remember when this picture was taken because I was still wherever souls are before they are born to this earth.
It is my mother and father in their courting days, - ca 1922.
I have captured the picture from a larger print, taken outside the house on the prairie that my Grandfather built for his family, before they emigrated from England.
Here is my mother and father, my father's sister, two of my mother's sisters' one of her brothers and a couple of people that were just along for the ride.
The house in the background is still occupied. If you want to get the streetcar to go into Calgary there is no longer that long walk across the prairie, past the gopher holes, and away down the hill to where the streetcar stops. It looks quite modern now, but the actual structure hasn't changed that much. The grandparents slept in the top right hand room, with the door opening out on to the balcony. It is where children cosied up between them for a morning cup of tea. Saucered and blown.
For more Remembrances go to Remember Whensday and share nostalgia.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Remember Whensday
September 9th, 2009
I Remember V-J Day and the end of World War 2
Sixty-four years ago, and we had been married not quite three months.
I was at a friend's beach house, looking after her children
when I heard what sounded like a locomotive
roaring down the winding road that led from the highway
to the beach.
I shaded my eyes, and around the corner came our sporty yellow roadster,
(with rumble seat)
carrying two sporting looking Airforce officers
who had attached a locomotive whistle
to the exhaust of the sporty yellow car.
(with wire wheels)
In celebration!
Here is Charles, standing by the roadster that day
smiling happily.....
He and his friend, a boy he had grown up with
and who had enlisted with him on the same day
in 1942
toured the town
whistle blowing
rejoicing
and grieving for the brothers
who lay buried in Europe
and would never be there to celebrate.
Thank you to Sally for hosting Remember Whensday.
Click here for more remembrances.
September 9th, 2009
I Remember V-J Day and the end of World War 2
Sixty-four years ago, and we had been married not quite three months.
I was at a friend's beach house, looking after her children
when I heard what sounded like a locomotive
roaring down the winding road that led from the highway
to the beach.
I shaded my eyes, and around the corner came our sporty yellow roadster,
(with rumble seat)
carrying two sporting looking Airforce officers
who had attached a locomotive whistle
to the exhaust of the sporty yellow car.
(with wire wheels)
In celebration!
Here is Charles, standing by the roadster that day
smiling happily.....
He and his friend, a boy he had grown up with
and who had enlisted with him on the same day
in 1942
toured the town
whistle blowing
rejoicing
and grieving for the brothers
who lay buried in Europe
and would never be there to celebrate.
Thank you to Sally for hosting Remember Whensday.
Click here for more remembrances.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Remember Whensday
A long, long time ago in the far distant past, when I was too young to join Brownies I was allowed to go as an Elf and sit under the Toadstool and feel tremendously important to be there with the BIG kids.
After I got old enough to graduate from being a Toadstool sitter I got to be a full fledged Brownie.
Brownies was a serious organization, - it involved getting badges and learning to tie knots.
I don't think Brownies learn those things any more, but they do learn to be good citizens, and luckily for them they wear some pretty nice casual clothes, that gives them the distinction of being a Brownie but not the itchiness of those long stockings!
Here I am, with them bunched around my knees, circa 1933......
That's me on the right!!
A long, long time ago in the far distant past, when I was too young to join Brownies I was allowed to go as an Elf and sit under the Toadstool and feel tremendously important to be there with the BIG kids.
After I got old enough to graduate from being a Toadstool sitter I got to be a full fledged Brownie.
Brownies was a serious organization, - it involved getting badges and learning to tie knots.
I don't think Brownies learn those things any more, but they do learn to be good citizens, and luckily for them they wear some pretty nice casual clothes, that gives them the distinction of being a Brownie but not the itchiness of those long stockings!
Here I am, with them bunched around my knees, circa 1933......
That's me on the right!!
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