Here are a few of my personal favourites taken by our home here in Newfoundland.
Husband must have stood on a small hill because he isn’t that much taller than the rest of us.
It is a blow.The first time
Happy Friday, everyone!
The Daily Post here at WordPress presents a challenge this week to exhibit the Unexpected in our photo collections. Here’s my take.
This morning I received an email from a dear nephew of mine that warmed my heart. I love all my nieces and nephews, and not just because we are related, but because they truly are loving, smart and beautiful young people that I am crazy proud of.
Thinking about them today, I thought I would share some news about another nephew of mine, my husband’s sister’s son. His name is Matt and he is in a local band called RocketRocketShip.
Last Sunday night, the band attended and played a song at the Music NL (Newfoundland & Labrador) Award Show in Gander, and they did a terrific job.
But RocketRocketShip were also in attendance because they were nominated for awards in four different categories, and they came away winning the award for BEST POP/ROCK ARTIST/GROUP OF THE YEAR!
At present, the band is recording a new album that will be out in January, and they have several other exciting things in the works.
Download their new single, Here’s To Us, for free right here: www.RocketRocketShip.com
We are super proud of what the band has achieved so far, and look forward to following their burgeoning career. Way to go, you guys. The future looks bright!
* All photos and images property of RocketRocketShip
Last month was my mother's birthday. She turned 75.
For the first time in her seventy-five years, our dear mother wasn't able to eat any birthday cake. She is bedridden, in and out of consciousness on morphine, and dying. There is every reason to expect - and actually, dare I say, hope - that this is the year of her last birthday, and that her painful battle with Alzheimer's disease will finally be over.
In a recent telephone conversation with my aunt in the U.S., we got to talking about my dad (her brother), in his early years. Long before he fell in love with and married my mother, my father was an interesting fellow in his own right, excelling in his school studies and discovering his deep passion for all things musical.
Later, when icons like Johnny Cash, Chet Atkins, and Glen Campbell, to name a few, came on the scene, Dad took up the guitar. When Beatlemania exploded, he joyously took part by buying their albums and learning to play many of their songs. As many can attest, he stayed devoted to guitar music the rest of his life.
As you can see from the above photo, my father was very thin when he was young. But after he married Mom, he began the quest of bodybuilding, transforming himself into the strong, well-muscled dad his children grew up with.
Pondering these things about my father made me think about the power of reinventing oneself. Sometimes the reinvention is necessary for survival, for instance a health issue demanding change. Other times it is a choice we make in the belief it will make us happier and more fulfilled.
I have had some reinventions of my own throughout my life. A few examples:
1. stay-at-home mom
2. customer representative in a bank
3. writer and blogger
Number three became possible when my husband and I did what my parents had done later in their lives: made the big move out of the city and into the country. Doing so gave me new insight into why they made such a change, and the benefits of this lifestyle which happen to better suit our personalities too.
People who cannot invent and reinvent themselves must be content with borrowed postures, secondhand ideas, fitting in instead of standing out. ~ Warren G. Bennis
Have you done anything in your life to reinvent yourself? I’d love to hear from you if you have your own tale of reinvention to share. Don’t be shy.
~~Special thanks to Auntie who sent me these precious photos XOXO~~
More than 130 root cellars have been documented in the Elliston area, dating back as far as 1839, and some of them are still in use today. The people who settled here grew their own vegetables, which were stored in the root cellars. A well-built cellar stayed dry and kept a constant, cool temperature year round.
But by now, you are probably asking, what does any of this have to do with where babies come from?
Well, according to Elliston folklore, the older folks told the children that babies came from root cellars. In the words of a Mrs. Ella Pearce,
They said they used to dig the babies out with a silver shovel. We used to go to the cellars and listen for babies. We never questioned our parents. We thought everything they said was true. They had midwives in them days, and we thought they used to dig them out.”
So folks, I’ve learned about yet another way babies come into the world, to add to the well-known tales of the Cabbage Patch and the Stork.
Are there any other explanations for how babies got here, that parents may have told their children? (besides the TRUTH, of course!)
Please share with me below if you have knowledge of more fascinating folklore!
Collections of moments
and memories made
pearls on a necklace
a precious array
Connection of spirit
cups of tea we have shared
long walks, or in back yards
laughs and hugs show we care
We may mirror each other
and delight in the same
though embracing each difference
is the name of the game
To those I’ve spent time with
both near and afar
whether seldom, or often
you know who you are
Each connection, each bond
has helped me to grow
the friendship I treasure
means more than you know
Collections of memories
a priceless array
the pearls on my necklace
I wear every day
A couple of weekends ago, my husband and I visited friends who had relocated to the town of Bonavista last year. It was a three and a half hour drive away, the weather was lovely and it was our first time seeing the beautiful and historic town, so of course I had my camera ready. It was extremely difficult to narrow down the photos to only these!