Today I took CJ and ET skiing. It was our first time out this year but they were zipping around like the pros they are.
Skiing has always been a part of my life (I started when I was three) and every year we would take a ski vacation with the same family friends. Some years other families would join in but the nine of us were the core group. The memories from these family trip are some of my most vivid and are absolutely among my favourites.
This is a picture of our gang (minus Dad who was taking the picture.) I’m in the green pants in front of Mom and The Sister is on the far right.
Flipping through old family albums it is quickly obvious she was my first friend.
The Sister and I had our moments when we’d fight, and there were periods of sibling rivalry, but we have always been tight… as you can see from this Headlock of Love. Continue reading
The Sister and I have a lot of cousins but we grew up in Nova Scotia and all of our cousins lived in Newfoundland, Quebec or Ontario. Needless to say, we didn’t get to know them very well when we were young.
There are some cousins that still remain a mystery to me. I remember images of them from a family reunion or pictures that were enclosed in Christmas cards but they are mainly just names. There are cousins with families that I will probably never meet.
There was one group of cousins, however, who we did get to know better than others. These were the children of my father’s three sisters. Dad was their baby brother and efforts were always made to visit and reunite whenever possible. But still, it wasn’t often enough. Continue reading
When I was young, my first pet was a hamster. I named him Super Ben and even made him a little cape to wear. Sadly, he died in the first month of owning him (nothing I did, I swear). Turns out that replacing a dead pet on the very same day that it died is a great way to alleviate a child’s grief! Thanks to Mom, I quickly recovered from the loss and named the new hamster Super Ben 2. He lived a long and full life. Continue reading
There is a site that I sometimes visit when I need a little pick me up. It is full of love, family togetherness, and awkwardness caught on film. It is Awkward Family Photos. Sometimes I like to tell myself a little story as I flip through the pages. After all, they say a picture is worth a thousand words.
Jerry was a lonely man with a cat. He truly loved that cat, but he yearned for more.
He earned a pittance as a freelance writer but, by cutting the cost of clothes out of his budget, he was able to scrimp and save until he could finally afford his dream vacation. A dream vacation where he landed Barbara, the perfect woman.
It was a whirlwind engagement and everyone could see that Jerry was head over heals in love… Continue reading
My best friend and I were going to our first real boy/girl party. We were ten and there was going to be dancing and everything. Don’t be alarmed, this is not how we dressed everyday… it was a “punk” party. I put “punk” in quotes because we definitely looked more like miniature hookers than anything else. (The birthday boy hosted his party with Sid Vicious hair and a black leather jacket. Very punk and so cool.)
It’s been a long day and I’m too tired to reminisce, but I can’t help but question a couple of things.
First, can you believe my mom owned black vinyl boots like that. Who was she? Cher?
And second, in what universe would wavy hair and a tennis skirt make me look punk? My reference sources must have been lacking.
I do remember that we were so excited, being allowed to wear make-up… and we wore as much as humanly possible. Good times!
My mom grew up in Brigus, a beautiful little fishing village in Newfoundland.
As a smart Catholic girl in Brigus, Mom’s career options were nurse or nun. She choose nursing school and started dating boys stationed at the Royal Canadian Air Force base in nearby Torbay. That’s how she met my dad (originally from the big city of Montreal).
Long story short… they married, settled in Nova Scotia, and had two daughters. Thus the origin of our annual pilgrimages to Brigus.
Legend has it that when my sister was a baby she made her first trip nestled in a laundry basket in the backseat of the old yellow Volkswagen Beetle. Ahhh, 1971… no five-point harnesses back in those days! Continue reading