While sorting through some old birthday and special occasion cards I had held onto forever, I came across a little note from my friend Leslie. She worked with me at my first job, back in college when I was a teller at a Credit Union in Victoria. Leslie and I…
My grandma Ethel. If you read the blog ‘chocolate rose’ this is her, and she is the one who shared her piano with us. Recently with Remembrance day, my mom posted this foto of her. She was a nurse, and was excited to be posted ‘overseas’ during the war. But…
When my grandparents moved from their home on Beach Drive, to a Condo on Oak Bay Ave, my grandma no longer wanted to play her piano. She was a quiet person and worried that her piano would be too loud in a condo. She couldn’t bring herself to play for…
Remember when you were a kid, and you would look at adults meeting for coffee to ‘talk’ and you would think, how dreadfully boring. They aren’t even playing, they are just talking. How can that be entertaining? Fast forward a few decades, and my friend and I had so much…
A couple of weeks ago while at dinner at our friend’s house, we were talking about.. well, I actually can’t remember. The reason I am telling you about a conversation that I cannot remember, is because what was said while in discussion was what stuck out. What was said, was…
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