This is the small church by my parents’ home called St. Luke’s. I sang in St. Luke’s choir for a year back in grade four.
On Sunday morning, my dad, my husband, my kids and I go for a walk. We end up at St. Luke’s.
There are very old gravestones in the cemetery there. We search out and try to read engravings in stones set in the early 1800s.
We come across the grave of Joseph Brant’s daughter, Elizabeth. Joseph Brant or Thayendanegea is Burlington’s hero. I was born at Joseph Brant Hospital which is next to his home, now a museum. Part of Burlington is called Thayendanegea. The main street is Brant Street.
Elizabeth married William Johnson Kerr, a political figure elected to the legislature and vital in battles in Ontario. He is buried beside Elizabeth. She died in 1844. He died a year later.
I wish I had taken a rubbing of Elizabeth’s stone. We stand before it, reading and feeling the sun on the tops of our heads through the branches of the tall trees that surround St. Luke’s.
Then we go home for lunch.
The Odd Life of Timothy Green is a touching, funny, inspiring movie.
This was a wonderful moment.
Dad wishes his son: Have a great day.
Mom whispers: Too much pressure.
Dad immediately amends it: Have the day that you have.
I will say that from now on.
This is a favourite of mine. We four sit around the kitchen table and we laugh but we bicker too. Kids get sullen or teary if they lose their job or get sued for $100,000. Parents tell them to deal with it and roll or don’t bother playing.
I wonder as we sit by the open back door, if neighbours think: Are they having a good time? Because yes, we are arguing. We are also having a wonderful time.
eighty-four years here
sixty years (plus) unbroken
love in shared laughter
My parents come over for my son’s birthday yesterday. My dad doesn’t like to drive so much anymore and the hourlong trip on the highway takes it out of him.
My kids are happy to see them. My Mom – Nana – brings presents, cookies, a chick with orange feet and a beak (Easter next weekend).
When you wind the chick up, it walks.
I’m very happy they made the trip.
Oh and feed the cat – that goes in there a pile of times.
My parents drinking Coke in the quarry with friends in high school. Could they be cooler? No.
The quotes are from Jann Arden’s ‘Good Mother’ – I cannot listen to this song without crying every time.