When I got home from church I found members of my family waiting for me. I knew Tim was coming for a coffee and was delighted he’d invited the others.
I invited them in but no-one moved. I became suspicious and then looked around. Lo and behold my flower beds had been weeded and lawns cut. The garden gnomes had struck! Boy was I delighted.
Lately, due to hip problems, it’s been tough to push a mower or get down to weeding. I am so grateful to the gang for all they did today. Thanks guys!
On June 12th we spread two thirds of Cynthia’s ashes over a pre-marked point on the Comox Glacier.
My friend Chris scattered them after leaving his hangar at the Comox Airpark.
The ashes were scattered from a home made dispenser attached to the wing tip of his beautiful self built plane. Here’s a video Chris made for our family which explains the occasion.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4A_l47zAFuw&feature=share
I can’t thank Chris enough for coming up with the original idea and for carrying out this operation so skillfully and sensitively.
For those of you having already seen this on Facebook I apologize. This post is done for others not using FB.
In case you are wondering about the remaining one third of the ashes, I will take them to Wales in the future to scatter them on the hills near her home.
‘Bye for now and God bless.
Yesterday I had a fine time.
Friends from Wales were at Whistler BC for a ski holiday. I decided to visit them.
Tony Cavaciuti, his wife Marie, their son Andrew, his wife Nikki and their kids Florence and Oliver have been skiing at Whistler each year for many years.
Tony and I have been friends since about 11 years old. He went to a neighbour school and we met on opposing teams. We also enjoyed rugby together too. Also, Tony’s Dad Andrew, a wonderful first generation Italian owned and ran a small cafe in our home town. He made the best ice-cream and served wonderful food too.
The family made me feel so welcome at their apartment at Whistler. We had lunch together at the pub and even had time for a coffee afterwards back at the apartment.
It was so good to see all of them at what might be their last visit to Whistler after over twenty years of visiting.
Safe trip home folks. God bless.
It’s about 03.10 as I begin to write this and I’ve been awake for a while. Outside the wind is whistling through the fir trees on the neighbour’s property. Fir cones from the trees on that land are peppering my roof and tumbling down to the yard below, one of the reasons for me being awake. Another reason, the main one, is that it is the day of our wedding anniversary and I was thinking about Cynthia. The words of that Sinatra song, One For My Baby, kept going through my head:
Well it was quarter to three, there is no one in the place ‘cept me, I got a little story I think you might like to know, I’m drinking tea my friends, to the memory of a great episode in my life, and this is one for my baby but I don’t know if there will be any more of these epistles for the road.
Today would have been the 53rd anniversary of our marriage. Maybe you’re doing the math now to work out the wedding date. Yes you got it right, it was Jan.03 1966. I didn’t write anything on this day in 2018 or 2017 but today for some reason it feels good to be writing.
Dear Fr. Bowden, the curate who married us.
Our wedding day was a great day. It was remarkable for us in many ways. We had decided to get married in the previous October during a half term school break back in the UK. We’d motored down to Wales from Camberley in Surrey, about thirty miles west of London. We asked for our parents’ permission to marry even though we were determined to go ahead anyway. What was remarkable was not that they agreed, for they all knew we would one day be wed, but that Cynthia’s mother told us we would have to make all the arrangements ourselves as she was too ill to help with that.
Cynthia receives a call from a college friend in Australia
Cynthia never hesitated, but gave her mum a hug and got on with things immediately. She basically dragged me around in her slipstream as we booked the church with Fr. Bowden the curate at her local church. We booked the local hotel for the reception. We organized wedding cars and drivers etc. etc. By the time our weekend at home was done and we were heading back to Camberley, most of the organizing had been completed. Just a little later Cynthia went to London and hired all her wedding apparel…gown, shoes, veil and so on. It was a remarkable feat on her part.
L_R. cuz Brian Davies, Alan Jones, Geoff Tibbs, John Rees rear, Garath Hill, Lyndon Lewis, Bruce Davies, Howard Shurn, Barrie (Sammy)Davies in front.
The wedding day itself went beautifully, at least from my perspective. However, I know there wasn’t a great start to it for Cynthia as her lovely, but ailing Mum had a fall on the morning of the wedding. Nothing was going to deter her from getting to the wedding. In the end Cynth’s mum recovered and all was well.
Cynthia chats with little cousins Kieron, Sian, Elizabeth
The wedding went beautifully, the reception was great, with family and friends in attendance. After the speeches and the luncheon we had some singing. One of my friends named John decided to give us his version of Where Have All The Flowers Gone That would have been great except John couldn’t carry a tune even if you gave him a bucket! Nevertheless, we all had a good laugh and other friends even started tossing pennies and other coins at John. It was a really good time.
Cynthia tosses her bouquet. Elizabeth looks quite bored.
Soon it was time for us to leave as we had to get back to our little apartment in Camberley as school was starting on the Monday. We spent our wedding night, Saturday, in a posh hotel in Bristol. There was no honeymoon because of the imminent start of school the following Monday and also because we could not afford one.
Yup, we had a cake!
Our little apartment, supported by the local school district as housing costs were beyond our means, was a simple but efficient place. It was one of six in a block of apartments, all housing teachers who worked in the Camberley School district., and all in the same financial situation as us. We had no cooker, stove, range whatever you wish to call it. That came months later in the form of a belated gift from dear friends Michael and Janet. Until then, we managed with a hot plate. We even managed to cook kippers in a plastic bag in the electric kettle! We had each other and life was good.
Best man Garath. He now lives in Powell River, B.C. Canada, a ferry ride from me.
Cousin Rosaleen far right. College friends Janet, Margaret, Babs, Judy.
Bridesmaids. My cousin Angela (right) and Cynthia’s cousin Elizabeth
Outside the church
We were so happy.
Cynthia with her dad.
I could write more but I feel this is enough to satisfy what was driving me to write in the first place. I should get back to bed and try to sleep. This has been one post for my baby!
‘Bye for now and God bless.
