Saturday, March 7, 2020

The Heaven's... Part 8

"The time we spend with Faith and Bill and the children each year is always one keep in our memories for a long time.  The only thing that kept this from being the most wonderful one of them all was the absence of Bill.  As you know he was away attending the University of Western Ontario's Teacher's College and studying hard.  It was a sacrifice for all to make it possible for him to attend these three years, but after next year it will be a sacrifice from which all will benefit.  They are all pulling with him to make it and we, his parent, are very proud of him.

Each of the children has his or her own endearing way.  Jerry Ann is growing to be quite a young lady, thirteen in October.  She wants her grandmother to knit a cap and sweater for her first baby's christening.  That is when she grows up, marries and has her first baby.  She has been assured that if this old lady is hanging around at that time and is able, she will certainly get one.  Kerry Frances has not changed too much, a little taller, she wants to be a grandmother just like me.  She will be twelve in September.  They are both grandmother's shadows.  Both as emotional as their grandmother.  It is awfully hard to say goodbye to them.

Terry is quite a young lady.  she is preparing herself to go into the nursing profession,  specializing in pediatrics.  She also is quite active in girl guides (scouts) and has won many top honors.  She plays the guitar well and has a lovely voice.  I think Merry Sue as changed more than any of the other children.  She is an excellent cook, very quick-tempered, full of life and very smart.  She too has a lovely voice,  often takes the solo part in school plays and with the church choir.  The three older girls sing in the choir and make a lovely trio.  Merry Sue is preparing for a teacher's career and wants to teach Physical Ed in the same school as her father.  The older girls have beautiful hair, that burnished copper color an wear it well below the shoulders.  Merry Sue wears glasses also. 

Poor George seems always to be behind the eight-ball.  For instance, on one of our excersions goos-berrying, as we were getting ready to return home, we learned there was a flat tire on the bus.  To our dismay the spare was also flat.  You ask why J.W. or George did not pump some air in one or the other?  Well that is where poor George got way down behind the ball.  The pump was not in the bus.  Night was coming on, it was then about 9:30 P.M.  There we were fifteen miles from town and five miles back in the woods on a lake.  I didn't want to spend the night with the moose, bears and blood-sucking black flies.  So I prepared to stop the first car that came along.
(page 7)
So, when I heard the sound of a car coming, I stood out in the middle of the road to wave them down.  Of course J.W. did not want me to do it, he said no telling who it might be, as if I cared.  Guess he would have just sat there throughout the night waiting for the tires to fill up by themselves.  Not yours truly.  I had always wondered what it would be like to thumb a ride, ad now was my chance.  A very nice young couple stopped at my signal.  Wen I had explained our trouble and asked if they were going to town and would give us a lift, they were pleased to help and said they were going in for gas anyway."

Pictures from the 'Gold Daze' book in the binder.





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