Gave Little Bear a lift to the pond today and because we were a little early, took a road trip to my dad’s hometown. We had a grand chat along the way as I shared with him a little of the family history and we ruminated about how things have changed over the years.
One thing leads to another and I soon found myself reflecting on stories both Mom and Dad had shared with me. ‘I knew he was the one for me the first time I saw him in the post office and I asked Hannah to introduce us.’ (She, Mom, was seventeen) ‘I was always proud to walk into a place with your mother on my arm because every head in the place turned.’ (He was in his seventies when he shared that one with me.) Like everyone, I’m sure they experienced their ups and downs; but if they did, we, as kids, knew nothing of it. Mom absolutely loved going to the New Years Ball. Back then it was a big deal. New gown, high heels, tickets, babysitter, night out. She told me how one year she returned their tickets, thinking that with five children at home the money was better spent. They spent the night home. And dad said ‘never again!’ I don’t remember that night but I do remember New Years Eve, year after year, and Mom looking like a princess. What a shame we don’t do that anymore.
After I dropped Bear off, we did a little excursion out in boat. A trip to Tizzard’s Harbour and a run out to see the iceberg and the whales. Up close and personal. They – the whales – did not disappoint! A very large day!
Twice-Loved 