Christmas day some years ago, we had just finished our turkey dinner when the power went out. We were a small group that year…..only my elderly parents, sister, my husband and I. We sat in the living room, candles lit, and decided to tell about Christmases past. My sister and I shared stories of visiting the Eaton’s Santa in the ‘50s..
Category: Sweet Memories
I was deeply saddened and moved by the recent death of our gracious and dignified Queen Elizabeth II . I was surprised by my own emotion. For many of us, she is the only monarch we have ever known . She was born the same year as my own mom and my mom always reminded..
It is said that ”those we love don’t go away, they walk beside us every day ” . I heard those lovely comforting words on many occasions, and yet the depth of those words and the truth of the words is more evident to me now, when some years have passed since the loss of..
It’s September . It is apple picking time and the scent of apple sauce cooking on the stove brings back a flood of memories of my parents’ little backyard orchard! The trees were planted when my dad’s retirement years began. It was a new hobby for him and he kept meticulous records about each tree..
There they are, looking at me, while I work in the garden. They are ‘the three elves’ looking somewhat bedraggled now as they work away in my garden , with their worn out tools. They have been a part of the family for over thirty years now, but I cannot let myself part with them…
As my mom used to say, no matter how long, cold and dark the winter is, spring will always follow. Her words echo in my mind as I watch the little buds swelling on the trees, the snow drops opening, and the robins returning . Spring reminds me of mom because March is her month…
Christmas brings out the little child in each of us ! Who better to make your loved one smile than Santa Clause himself ! I was feeling blessed to see that smile on Mom’s face when the jolly fellow appeared !! Although dementia may take away their memories, Christmas is a feeling deep in the..
When the calendar turns to September I feel profoundly nostalgic, not so much because summer is coming to an end, but because September makes me think of my Dad . September is Dad’s month ! His birthday falls in the middle of September and he loved this time of year. He loved the fresh cooler..
During the hot hot days of summer , when the local fruit stands are overflowing with fresh local fruit and vegetables, I realize how very fortunate I have been to grow up in the Niagara Region! Fresh fruits and veggies are there for the picking every summer! It takes me back to early childhood when..
The snow is starting to melt and I can see the grass showing on the many beautiful golf courses in the area! They will soon be filled with golf carts and happy golfers who have waited all winter for this! My dad used to be one of them….and even though he has been gone for..