Happy Holidays from Our Home to Yours
My written and visual journal is 50% me the writer and 50% you the reader...I write to touch you.
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Merry Christmas 2013
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
The Mother of Us All
When a parent is ill, family dynamics launch into intense versions of themselves. As in all families, this is good and bad. Anxieties get out of control. Everyone scrambles to be helpful in whatever ways he or she is able.
We are a large family, wide-spread across generations and geography. Mum is a mother of five, grandmother of seven, great-grandmother of eleven, plus all the in-laws and ex's.
She is "The Mother of Us All." And in crisis, we draw near, holding Mum in love and prayers, journeying with her toward her healing.
The healing may take awhile, so I may not be here as much as usual. For now, it is more important to draw near and to accompany Mum.
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Thursday, October 24, 2013
Harvey Bank Heritage Shipyard Park, New Brunswick
The Anderson Hollow Lighthouse (EST. 1889) with its wooden salt-shaker tower is an historic landmark. Originally located on the Waterside Wharf, it has been re-located several times. Currently, it sits at Shipyard Park, Harvey Bank.
Shipyard Park was built in 2006 as a monument to this area's ship building past from the 19th century. The "Revolving Light" is a nearly full scale replica. (Click on the ship's name to read an informative article about its history, written by well-known author Deborah Carr.)
In photos, you see Gary, his brother Ron and sister-in-law Margaret. For information on how the replica was created, click on this link to Stone Metalworks.
We were fortunate to have had perfect autumn weather for our jaunt out to the wetlands in Shepody, and then around to the wind-blown look-off at Cape Enrage.
We hope our relatives enjoyed the area, as much as we always do. Perhaps, it will bring Ron and Margaret back again.
Words in colour will take you to another website with additional information, if you click on them.
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Oak and Maple Leaves
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Yellows and Browns of Autumn
Monday, October 21, 2013
The Reds of Autumn
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Trees Changing in Albert County NB
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Autumn in New Brunswick
Friday, October 18, 2013
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Happy Thanksgiving 2013
Today, I am grateful for family. And grateful to be well enough to host a family dinner again, with lots of help from Gary, Kyla and Mark. To family who are coming to be with us, we'll be so glad to see you. To family who can't join us, you will be missed. All of us send love to wrap you in a warm hug and the message that you are part of us and we will always be here for you.
We are family. Happy Thanksgiving to you.
Friday, October 11, 2013
Thursday, October 10, 2013
The Light That is Yours
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Monday, October 7, 2013
Molly Kool Centre Inc.
Last week, we had relatives visiting
and sightseeing from England.
We took them to Alma to look at the Molly Kool Centre Inc.
Here's Gary's brother Ron sitting on the Centre's front porch.
This is the view from the back of the Centre.
The Molly Kool Centre Inc. celebrates
the life and legacy of the woman from Alma (1916-2009)
who became the first registered female sea captain
in North America (1939), and the second in the world.
Ron was in the Navy, then worked for years as a shipwright in dockyards in England. He bought a copy of the biography of Molly Kool at the Cleveland Place Book Shop.
It was intriguing to see the Centre with him,
and see it through his eyes. He noticed much that we didn't
and added explanations from his own experience.
I've written about the Cleveland Place bookshop previously;
you can read that post by clicking on this link:
If you'd like more information about the Molly Kool Centre Inc, please click on this link: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Molly-Kool-Centre-Inc/435156079850424
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Memories of Home
When I was a child, there were vast stretches of cleared fields and orchards of fruit trees carefully tended, vegetable gardens and a view all the way down the hilly acres to the Petitcodiac River. It was a century old house, sturdy, comfortable, well cared for, a warm fire and a welcome shared with people we loved. It was our home.
As we grew up, moved away, it was a challenge for my mother to keep it all by herself, so the homestead was sold. The new owners wanted the woodlots, hundreds of acres of them and had a family member who wanted to live in the house.
Plans don't always go the way one expects. Life interferes, forces changes.
Today the grapevine that used to curl a greeting at the back door has grown over the woodshed roof and down onto the ground, five feet into the driveway itself. The cedars, the high-bush cranberries, the lilacs are untrimmed and wild, growing into flagpoles and well covers and porch walls.
Mum's crimson shrubs are overtaken by weeds and golden rod and tall pale grasses. The apple orchard stands up to its shoulders in alders and weeds, is surrounded by deer paths. The oaks are fighting for sky with choking vines. Maples in oranges and reds are visible from the mid point up; the lower portions buried in whatever nature sends to reclaim the lawns and driveways and gardens when humans have left them unloved.
To visit our former home was a shock, made a lump in our throats, an ache in our chests.
Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to go back. Perhaps we should have held the memories and not searched out the reality. But we didn't.
Still, we know, everywhere we've been, all the life we've lived remains within us, deep inside, held in memory. Part of living is moving on; is letting go when the time comes to shed one place for another.
Sometimes looking back is painful because we want someone else to see the beauty and value in a home or a yard or a garden we have lived in and loved. But everyone makes their own choices. We do. We did. The new owners have.
We must let go, simply let go.
Mum and I spent the rest of the afternoon travelling back roads, enjoying the colours of the autumn leaves, acknowledging everything changes.
That lives and homes have their seasons too.
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