I’ve lived in my home for over twenty years but rarely spotted a cardinal in our yard. Things changed nearly four years ago . . . after Dad passed away. The day after Dad’s death, I could hear the sweet chirping of a bird as I mowed the backyard. It was louder than the noise… Continue reading For You, Dad!
By today’s standards, this story won’t pique the interest of those who choose to fault their childhood for their own actions today. I’d be hard-pressed to find anything wrong with the way I was raised. How many people can truthfully say that? I come from a large family. Six of us kids. I have four… Continue reading Dad
Do you ever wonder why something, or someone crosses your path? Is it by chance or is there some significance behind it? The other day, as I rollerbladed along the Ganatchio Trail, I noticed an older man up ahead. Even from the back, I recognized him by his gait. It was my neighbour, who has… Continue reading The Cosmos
I’ve never been big on Hallmark Holidays. That’s what I consider Thanksgiving.Probably because our family leads busy lives and the thought of cleaning for company and cooking all day just doesn’t sound like a lot of fun. Don’t get me wrong. We’ve celebrated every year, except last, with turkey and family. Sometimes we’ve even included… Continue reading A Slice of Pumpkin Pie!
“The best thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother.” While this quote by John Wooden may not apply to many family situations nowadays, it did apply to my own family. To love unconditionally with your whole soul sets a wonderful example to children. For Father’s Day, let me share… Continue reading My Father’s Gift
Happy Easter! Special treat today…a short, poignant tale written a few years back by my now 90-year-old Mom. The story was written at an Elderhostel on Manitoulin Island. Elderhostel, renamed these days as Road Scholar, is a program that combines travel with learning for seniors. Please excuse the quality of the photos. They’re from long ago! Here’s… Continue reading The Birth
I’ve kept track. I’m good at math, after all. So far I’ve survived 100% of my worst days. As my dear old Dad would say,”This too shall pass.” Dad wouldn’t boost me up, telling me that I was strong and could survive anything. Nope. He just gave me hope things would change. Circumstances may look… Continue reading Wisdom
Musical memory…is there such a thing? I’ve heard of muscle memory. How a person can hop on a bicycle despite any recent pedaling and still take a spin as if they rode yesterday. A couple of years ago, my hubby bought me an electric piano or keyboard. I don’t know what you call it; I… Continue reading Ode to Joy
Our family of six kids was raised in an era when children weren’t coddled. We were aware of our parents’ expectations. If you knew what was good for you, you did it. Without complaining. I remember showing my parents a challenging test marked 98%. Dad looked at it and said, “What about the other 2%?”… Continue reading Eulogy for Dad
Mom, two of my sisters and I were ushered from Dad’s bedside into the ICU quiet room. On the wall was a large painting of whimsical poppies on thin stems. Strong stems to support big flowers of crepe paper texture. Delicate yet strong. I’ve always loved poppies since watching The Wizard of Oz as a… Continue reading Peaceful Poppies for Dad