Aside from my wife and my mother, the most important woman in my life was my grandmother Dorothy, who encouraged and advised me at every turn in my life. I stayed with my grandparents while I attended college and my first apartment was literally two doors down the same apartment hallway. She has always been my friend.
Dorothy passed away last year. When she did, I was given an old family photo album and as I have this nice little scanner, I thought hmmmm.
In honour of Mother’s Day and because my grandmother’s birthday was May 15th, I offer the following retrospective album of Gram as I have known her and as I wish you all could have.
If she were still alive, I am confident she would be worried all to hell about my current artistic adventures and spirit journey, but I also know she would give me all her love and support…and maybe a few hands of cribbage to keep me honest.
I miss you, Gram.
- No mangers or donkeys, just my grandmother and I by the Christmas tree
- My mother, grandmother and great-grandmother fighting over who got to hold me next (Mom eventually won)
- My grandparents liked to clown around every summer when they would haul trailer to Algonquin
- They were the Lucy and Ricky of my family…and if you don’t know the reference, look it up
- No matter how old I got, my grandmother always had the same expression when I was telling her something important
- Part of the Western haul was a stop in Canmore, Alberta
- We stopped at the salmon sluices at Hell’s Gate
- My grandparents took me on their annual western drive to BC, where I finally met my cousins Susan and Ian
- My grandmother had a magnificent sense of humour, and laughed even harder when she didn’t get it
- Pre-Xmas dinner at my brother’s house a handful of years ago
- You’d never guess that my grandmother was a proud woman from this photo. Scott, my brother, seems a little unsettled
- She adored her great-grandson Cameron
- Two very important ladies. Leela and I took Gram to a Moroccan restaurant for her birthday…couldn’t get her to belly dance
- Perhaps my most cherished photo of the two of us