A Day To Remember.

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:

It’s quarter to three
There’s no one in the place ‘cept you and me
So set ’em’ up Joe
I got a little story I think you oughtta know
We’re drinking my friend
To the end of a brief episode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
Cynthia loved listening to Frank Sinatra sing.

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.

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I Never Tire Of Telegraph Cove.

Here’s another post I’ve been meaning to do since early August.

Cousins Sian and Jay came up from the Seattle area in the first week of August They stayed for a week and I enjoyed having them here. Mostly we did short trips around the valley and spent some time with my family here in the area.

However, we did make the 3+ hour drive to Telegraph cove one day. Here’s a map to give those of you overseas and idea of where we went.

Comox to Telegraph Cove: Vancouver Island

The object of the trip was to board a vessel owned by Stubbs Island Whale Watching and go in search of marine life. We hoped to see orcas, humpbacks, dolphins etc and we weren’t disappointed. We gathered together on the dock to get a team picture before we left. Even the skipper squeaked into the shot! (Back left)

Team pic

 

Leaving Telegraph Cove.

 

The surface was flat calm which suited Sian nicely.

Much of the time the surface was like this.

Soon we were all absorbed in scanning the surface for whales. We failed to spot orcas but saw three humpbacks feeding together in one spot.

 

All Hands On Deck.

 

Humpback lunge feeding (Photo from Wikipedia) As stated I did not take this picture, but this represents very well what we saw.

 

The whale watching trip was a great success.

Soon, the week was over and it was time for Sian and Jay to leave. However, we did manage to end it well with a family night out for dinner.

A family dinner ended Jay and Sian’s visit

That’s all folks. ‘Bye for now and God bless.

 

 

 

A Great Trip To Vancouver.

Just Arrived At Roger’s Arena. L-R Tim, Oliver, Ben and Me

On Tuesday Jan.02 Ben drove Tim, Oliver and myself to Vancouver to watch our beloved Vancouver Canucks play the Anaheim Ducks at ice hockey. There was another reason for the trip too, and that was to allow Tim to attend a morning clinic at St. Paul’s hospital next morning.

We arrived at the hotel in time for us to have a little break and then we were off to Roger’s Arena for door opening and to watch the teams warm-up.

Oliver was pumped to be there.

Oliver was excited to be there…we all were and were hoping to see the depleted Canucks team put on a good show vs the Ducks. Sadly it was not to be as the home team was blanked 5-0 by the visitors. However, it didn’t dampen our enthusiasm for the trip. After the game we had a meal then hit the sack for a reasonably early start next day.

We drove to St. Paul’s next morning and following X-rays, ECGs, and two hours of meetings with medical people, Tim was allowed to leave. His overall check up went well and everyone there was pleased with his progress. He sure is doing a good job of caring for his health.

We managed to catch the 1pm ferry and the ride home was uneventful thanks to our very competent driver Ben. It had been a great time together. I loved it and I think the others did too.

Thank you Lord for a great medical team at St. Paul’s, Your loving care for my son and my whole family.

‘Bye for now and God bless.

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November 26. 2017: A Happy Day For Sure.

Yesterday, was a lovely day as two important events occurred. First of all, my younger son Tim celebrated his birthday.

Preparing to Blow

Tim’s wife Andi, (who sadly took the pics and isn’t shown even though I took one of her) and her Mum Jo, prepared a lovely meal for us to eat. Oliver and Charlotte made sure their Dad had a good time by giving him his gifts. Tim told us he’d had a great day which made us all feel good.

Secondly, earlier in the day Oliver had tested for his Blue Belt in Taekondo and was successful in achieving it.

With Teacher Richard (left) and Grand Master Kim

Above you can see him with his fabulous teacher Richard Dobbs. Grand Master Kim had good words to say about all the participants. I’ve included some short video clips which will show you some of the aspects of the Blue Belt testing.

 

We missed Ben and Josée as they were on a trip. We also missed Cynthia for sure, but loved having her there in our hearts and in spirit.

‘Bye for now and God bless.

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