I inherited Della from my daughter after her circumstances sadly changed. Thus, we were both blessed to spend time with this sweet, shy, determined little girl who still looked like a kitten when she passed away at twenty. She loved to spend time helping me in the garden.
From left to right: Me, my twin brother, our sister and our younger brother. The four of us were born within 2.5 years and our mother was about 25 when this photo was taken. We lived in a small apartment without hot water, bath or central heating. Life was tough.
My eldest son and his nana out on a walk, silhouetted by the sun.
With Covid restrictions in place we couldn’t have a proper engagement photo shoot. So we did our own in the garden!
Dad, thanks for the curls. You passed them down to me.I once cursed them. Oh, how much of a pain they could be. But now I wear them proud.You wore a cape and had curls! You’ll forever be my hero.
My Mother c. 1946. The daughter of immigrant coal miners from what was then Czechoslovakia, Mom was the first woman to graduate from Duke University Divinity School. She pushed the dean to create a “Women’s Program”. Back then there just weren’t any women ministers. She also married a minister!
My Father c. 1946. Dad came to Duke University Divinity School from a dusty little town in the Texas Panhandle. When he saw Mom the first time he declared, “That’s the woman I’m going to marry.” Their storybook romance lasted over sixty years.
As a mother, it was a very happy memory to capture baby’s first fall. It happened on August 28, 2020, when I was lying beside her on our bed.
Canadians are hardy creatures. We threw on some Toques and planted our footprints in the fresh, white powder. We shovelled our own path, and we did it with backpacks attached. Snow, it’s no obstacle for education, nor will it stop a youthful and willing mind.
Hard to believe this was 4 bluebell years ago. How time flies!
Here is the truth: The book that will have the biggest impact on your life will be the one that you, yourself breathe life into. Adjust your wings but don’t cease to fly because memories will be caught if you’re brave enough to go get them.
Jacob was amazingly gentle with animals, even at nineteen months old. Here he’s having cuddles with my old degu, Bumbersnoot.