This year has changed the landscape of what we knew to be ours. Neighborhoods became unrecognizable. Shops windows darkened. Empty streets with only a scattering of school children. A division of those named as Essential Workers and those who normally populated the crowded city buses. The odd sensation of knowing everyone is in their homes, unless ordered or needed elsewhere.
31 December, 2020
New landscape
This year has changed the landscape of what we knew to be ours. Neighborhoods became unrecognizable. Shops windows darkened. Empty streets with only a scattering of school children. A division of those named as Essential Workers and those who normally populated the crowded city buses. The odd sensation of knowing everyone is in their homes, unless ordered or needed elsewhere.
30 December, 2020
Early morning
Early morning snow fall. The first this year. The end of the year. What a year! One of stillness and waiting.
27 December, 2020
Hadley Story Corner: #14 The Buckley Family’s First Home (Lia)
Grandpa Buckley was a very stern and bitter man. Uncle Peter said he became bitter because he spent his whole life making sure his mother and all his siblings (they were 10 siblings, all boys but the one sister) rose out of the poverty they were born into.
We were told that Grandpa’s family immigrated to Canada during the Potato Famine in Ireland. I am not so sure that it is so since 1845-1849 seems a bit early. He said they came over at the end of the 1800s.
In all likelihood, saying they came over during the Potato Famine, was another way of saying they came over because they were poor. Being poor was a stigma for many Irish immigrants, no matter when they came over and under what circumstances.
The first house he and his family lived in when they arrived in Montreal was in the countryside. It was only the most rudimentary of houses; no running water, windows without glass, only shutters to keep out the cold, and far away from their neighbours.As he became older, he glorified those times. He’d asked Pat to drive him and grandma out to the countryside to take a look at the landmarks of his childhood. Pat was always puzzled about this. Grandpa, someone who very rarely had anything positive to say about anyone or anything, would spend his time in the car reminiscing about the good times they had back then.
24 December, 2020
Good tidings
Tidings of comfort and joy
23 December, 2020
20 December, 2020
To dear friends
Each day a candle, or two,
15 December, 2020
Artifacts
Numbers and charts and death notices
11 December, 2020
My life's mottos
My three life mottos…
07 December, 2020
Early morning tea with Bach
It is a dark early winter morning
02 December, 2020
Snow falling soundlessly
Novala Takemoto
01 December, 2020
Working at home contentedly
the street, lift my spirits
every time I look up from
my monitor of spreadsheets
with numbered columns
and razor precision... I see
a bundle of fairy lights, all
disordered and joyously free
29 November, 2020
Hadley Story Corner: #13 Us Three Girls In Grenada (Lia)
Grenada is the only place I have know my whole life. It is the place my heart sings to when I think the word home. It makes it all the harder now Dave and Pat’s house is sold. Thankfully, there are friends that anchor me there no matter where I am.
When we were living in Venezuela, Dave was inland for long stretches of time. There was also much political unrest at the end of the 1950s and early 1960s.
So, Pat would come to Grenada with the three girls to spend time with friends.
In my memory, we spent every day playing at Grand Anse Beach.
We would take a picnic basket of sandwiches. These always had a certain taste (soggy) and smell (mixture of warm tomatoes and sweaty cheese). To this day, whenever I make a picnic for travel… never sandwiches.
Some times we would spend the afternoon at the Silversands Hotel. Even though we didn’t live there, we were allowed to use their pool. I vaguely remember the women drinking cocktails to while the time away.
Years later, once we had moved from Venezuela to California and then to
Montreal, we would go down every winter to spend some weeks with our Grenadian
friends. We would stay at the Ross Point Inn, which was run by the Hopkin
family. It is there I learned to love callaloo soup with soft bread rolls and
crab meat salad.
The weeks and months we spent in Grenada over the years are precious memories to me.
* This post is part of my "Growing Up & Growing Old" project.
28 November, 2020
Bamboo forest
I worked for many years as a consultant. To work successfully with a client, it was not only necessary to know what their goals were, but also, I needed insight into how they think. If both aspects of our work were clear, the work was fruitful.
27 November, 2020
Going in circles
25 November, 2020
Desensitizing my inner self
23 November, 2020
Embracing your inner hippy
Me: What is a quote you follow for living your life to the fullest?
22 November, 2020
Day-to-day work (venn diagram)
21 November, 2020
Hadley Story Corner: #12 Grandpa Hadley A Pioneer (Lia)
Grandpa Hadley cutting a neighbour’s hair in his back garden
This story is not so much a story, but some ramblings about how Grandpa Hadley was a pioneer or role model for all of us who aspire to reducing our ecological footprint.
He and grandma lived in such a thoughtful way. Grandpa gardened and grew vegetables.
Here’s a photo of Auntie Barbara in Oxford Mills in the spring, collecting
the tree sap to make maple syrup with Grandpa.
He also made furniture such as tables and lamps and, as you can see in
the photo, his own garden furniture.
Thank you, (cc) Andy Blackwood for your music.
18 November, 2020
Quilt comfort
My grandmother used to sew and crochet quilts. She would make one or two a year. She donated these quilts for her church's yearly Christmas bazaar. Her quilts would often "find" a buyer (usually someone of the Ladies Auxiliary Committee) before the bazaar began. We would tease her about how popular her quilts were even though no one at the bazaars ever saw them.
15 November, 2020
Hadley Story Corner: #11 Hadley Halloween (Karen)
Hadley Story Corner #10: Easter Hats (Lia)
13 November, 2020
Tender mercies and HLG
12 November, 2020
Feeling grown up
* This post is part of my "Growing Up & Growing Old" project.
11 November, 2020
A friend's parents' philosophy for raising children...
09 November, 2020
What my mom told me...
08 November, 2020
Hadley Story Corner: #9 Pat’s first communion (Lia)
Grandma Buckley went to mass at least once a day, often more than once depending upon the holidays. As such, Pat, uncle John, and uncle Peter were raised in a very strict catholic tradition.
This picture of Pat on her First Communion, is touching in so many ways. She looks so proud, but also so scared, yet really amazing. I wish we had asked her what she felt. Did any of you talk to her about it?
The other touching thing, is her communion dress and veil. They were handmade. The question is whether they were handed down from one generation to another, in the manner it was with baptism attire. Who would have worn it before she did?
Or, did grandma make those clothes for her? How could she afford to do so considering they were still very poor at that time? How important the occasion must have meant? Grandma spent so much time and money on making something for Pat that was only to be worn once.
Lastly, please take notice of the gifts Pat received. Her first piece of jewellery, a gold necklace with a cross on the end. Her own children’s bible and a rosary held in her gloved hands.
This is the only studio photograph I know of with Pat in it. She would have been seven years old at the time. The center of attention. The belle of the ball. A role she continued to embrace throughout her life.
Hadley Story Corner: #8 Childhood Memories of Venezuela (Karen)
Today’s story is told by Karen about childhood memories in Venezuela. We moved from California to Venezuela in 1956.
Karen ends her story with us getting robbed. This was a very central experience in our family.
I wonder whether that robbery was the impetus for Dave deciding to move away from Venezuela.
Dave was hired by a telephone company who was installing the first
telephone system inland. Not only did he go for extended periods of time inland,
he also travelled all over South America and the Caribbean. In particular, he
loved the times he spent in Cuba.
Since there was a political coup in 1958, they were very troubled times. For this reason, whenever Dave went out into the field, Pat would take the three girls and go any live for those weeks or months in Grenada.
Thank you, (cc) Andy Blackwood for your music.
04 November, 2020
Pretty Princess
- feel sad that my neighborhood bully doesn't like me
- feel overlooked or bossed around by my older sisters
- feel as if I just might be able to fly if the wind was a bit stronger
- feel like a pretty princess who is waiting to be discovered
03 November, 2020
Autumn into winter
Hadley Story Corner: #7 Our Dog Bonnie (Kim)
Kim tells the story of Bonnie, the only dog we ever had. She was a Welsh
Corgi and she lived a long and good life.
Kim talks about how the sisters rivalled to give Bonnie the most attention possible.
Yet, you can see why. Bonnie was very cute.
Here is Daniel and Dave giving Bonnie more attention years later after they had moved to Grenada. Dave’s way of doing petting Bonnie was scratching her sides with his toe.
Thank you, (cc) Andy Blackwood for your music.
02 November, 2020
Loneliness and Aloneness
01 November, 2020
Hadley Story Corner: #6 Dave and his boats (Kim)
Dave fell in love with sailing at a very young age. He lived on a street that ended at the shore of Lac St. Louis, in Quebec. He and his siblings spent many a day playing in and on those waters.
Kim tells a wonderful story about all the boats he captained over the years. I wish Dave knew about Kim living on her boat in Gibson. I think he would have gotten a kick out of knowing this.
I love this photo for two reasons. The first is the relaxed
no-care-in-the-world pose Dave has. It didn’t matter if this was a sunny Sunday
afternoon sail or in the middle of a regatta… he was always in his element.
Secondly, it looks as though someone told him to put on some sunscreen and
instead of doing it properly, he just slathers on a generous amount around is
forehead and cheeks.
Babs and Uncle Norris with Pat and Dave on their first Tiempo. Dave and
Norris are obviously looking for something, but what can it be?
The Nestucca. It was owned by someone Dave knew (not sure how). Dave would go down to Seattle early summer and help the owner bring it up to Vancouver.
Their deal was that the owner and his family would have to boat for June
and July. Dave and Pat would then go up to where the owner left the boat and
take the boat for August and a bit of September. They were to return the boat
to Vancouver and then the owner would take it back to Seattle for winter.
The owner and Dave shared the costs of the upkeep. Dave thought this was a great deal.
Dave teaching (maybe) David how to use one of his navigation devises.
Dave at the helm. Lia at the bow ready to drop the anchor. Not sure who
is on the winch, might be Kim or Chris Mast. What a lovely lovely boat that
was!
The wonderful Otter One. Dylan catching a fish. Notice the absence of
life vest. Notice Dave’s foot resting on the door fame. He is obviously sleeping
or reading, but not really overlooking what was going-on on deck.
Thank you, (cc) Andy Blackwood for your music.
31 October, 2020
Sunshine coast
30 October, 2020
Another quilt
Another quilt... I think drawing them taps into my engineering soul. Piece by piece. Patter upon Pattern.