Happy Anniversary, Happy Anniversary
Look at these crazy kids:
April 1959
They don't know anything about their life coming up. They don't know where they'll end up living, or what job he'll end up having, or if they'll have children together, or anything. They certainly don't know that they will become my parents. And they're so darned young.
Today is my parents' 50th wedding anniversary. In an hour or so, we're heading over to join sixty-five of their friends (where are they all going to park??) in helping them celebrate. Aside from our presence, we got them two things. This awesome cake:
This thing is huge, and serves eighty.
And even better, I stole all their slides in October so they would forget by now that I even have them. I sorted through hundreds and hundreds of them to pull out ones that sort of detailed their life together, and had it made into an awesome book. This is the first picture in the book:
April 1959
And this is the last picture in the book:
April 2009
Mom is going to cry. *win*
This is maybe the prettiest picture I've ever seen of my mom. This is her on her honeymoon in Bermuda. She'd be twenty-five in this picture.
My older brother an I enjoying some ice cream. Good thing we have those napkins around the cones to keep it from dripping on our fingers.
I like how I seem to have difficulty grasping the concept that my entrie face cannot taste the ice cream. How did I get it on my forehead?
A young Seal_clubber in his first tux. The eight-year-old babes didn't stand a chance, I tells ya.
Winter in Quebec did not dick around. It came in early-November, dumped a million feet of snow on you, and hung out until April or sometimes May. In this particular lovely January, we returned home from a week-and-a-half Christmas visit with relative in Toronto to find six feet of snow had fallen. It took my father and my brothers and I two days to carve this canyon out.
My older brother (in the snow) and I (airborn) engaging in one of our favourite winter activities: jumping off the tool shed in the back yard into the snow. That tool shed isabout eight feet high. The swingset visible in the back gives you an idea of the depth of the snow. Behind the swingset is out backyard fence, about four feet tall, but at this time of year the neighbourhood kids would simply walk over it, buried somewhere under the snow.
The whole family. since my sister Steph was born in September of 1969, I'm guessing this photo was taken in early summer of 1970 (and don't we all look groovy?). That's the whole family: Dad holding Steph, Mom, my older brother Warren, me (so blonde!), and my younger brother, Don.
Okay: off to Mom and Dad's to par-tay. Seeya.
April 1959
They don't know anything about their life coming up. They don't know where they'll end up living, or what job he'll end up having, or if they'll have children together, or anything. They certainly don't know that they will become my parents. And they're so darned young.
Today is my parents' 50th wedding anniversary. In an hour or so, we're heading over to join sixty-five of their friends (where are they all going to park??) in helping them celebrate. Aside from our presence, we got them two things. This awesome cake:
This thing is huge, and serves eighty.
And even better, I stole all their slides in October so they would forget by now that I even have them. I sorted through hundreds and hundreds of them to pull out ones that sort of detailed their life together, and had it made into an awesome book. This is the first picture in the book:
April 1959
And this is the last picture in the book:
April 2009
Mom is going to cry. *win*
This is maybe the prettiest picture I've ever seen of my mom. This is her on her honeymoon in Bermuda. She'd be twenty-five in this picture.
My older brother an I enjoying some ice cream. Good thing we have those napkins around the cones to keep it from dripping on our fingers.
I like how I seem to have difficulty grasping the concept that my entrie face cannot taste the ice cream. How did I get it on my forehead?
A young Seal_clubber in his first tux. The eight-year-old babes didn't stand a chance, I tells ya.
Winter in Quebec did not dick around. It came in early-November, dumped a million feet of snow on you, and hung out until April or sometimes May. In this particular lovely January, we returned home from a week-and-a-half Christmas visit with relative in Toronto to find six feet of snow had fallen. It took my father and my brothers and I two days to carve this canyon out.
My older brother (in the snow) and I (airborn) engaging in one of our favourite winter activities: jumping off the tool shed in the back yard into the snow. That tool shed isabout eight feet high. The swingset visible in the back gives you an idea of the depth of the snow. Behind the swingset is out backyard fence, about four feet tall, but at this time of year the neighbourhood kids would simply walk over it, buried somewhere under the snow.
The whole family. since my sister Steph was born in September of 1969, I'm guessing this photo was taken in early summer of 1970 (and don't we all look groovy?). That's the whole family: Dad holding Steph, Mom, my older brother Warren, me (so blonde!), and my younger brother, Don.
Okay: off to Mom and Dad's to par-tay. Seeya.