Wednesday 29 August 2012

Running with Family

 It all started last September in Cora's kitchen, Cora, Kathie and me,  drinking wine, making a meal, laughing and talking.  Up came the idea for a Landry Family gathering.  And, well, one thing led to another over that lovely weekend with my two wonderful cousins.  Being the kind of people we are, lap tops came out, research on possible venues begin, and invitations mocked up.  By the time the weekend was over and we piled into our cars for the journey home a year ago, the plan was hatched.   This past August weekend that reunion became a reality with over 50 of us treking up to 100 Mile House and the gorgeous Sand Hill Lea Ranch generously offered as destination by Kathie's brother, Lorne and his wife Lynn, brave souls that they are. 
Three generations of us gathered.  We are the grandchildren of Edward and Emma Landry, the children, and grandchildren and great grandchildren of the eight surviving Landry siblings, Stanley, Susan, Margaret, Ernest, Helen, Lillian, Beth, and Roy, all now deceased. 


We celebrated with all those who could make it to our 2012 Gathering, and mourned the fact that it was impossible for everyone to make it.  We compared noses and eyebrows and marveled at family resemblances. We poured through albums going back to Emma and Edward's homesteading days at Iron Springs captured in blurry black and white.  We played games.  We listened raptly to Cora's research paper on "the History of our Acadian People" which took us right back to the mid 1600's in Nova Scotia and our first Ancestor, Rene Landry. And of course we ate wonderful meals, drank beer in the hot sun, swam in the lake, and laughed out loud.  We always do.
 My Facebook page this week is buzzing with photographs of our weekend and comments from those who were there, and those who had to miss it and whom we missed.  So, there will be a next time, somewhere, sometime, hopefully sooner rather than later.  After all, we're not getting any younger and this family needs to be celebrated.

Friday 3 August 2012

Back yard visitor

I don't know what it is about dental appointments, but they throw me for a loop.  Yesterday I submitted to a dental appointment in the name of restoration and saving my teeth.  This is a noble idea and I'm all for it, but laying in a dentist's chair, stiff as a board, listening to the whirr of the drill, , smelling hot filling being drilled and sucked away, listening to gurgling suction tubes, convulsively swallowing water dripping down my throat, is exhausting.  I have a lovely dentist, don't get me wrong.  She is gentle, funny, loves dogs (this is important) and thorough.  Both she and I are determined my teeth will last as long as I do.  At this rate, they will undoubtedly last longer.  But the dental chair is not my favourite place to be, and today, the day after, I'm tired  and out of sorts.
So, imagine my delight to find the baby finch resting on the fence.  Well, it was delight and terror because he didn't look like he could fly, he was hungry and peeping plaintively for his Momma.  Actually, I saw Momma first, with something in her beak, hopping on the top of the fence, clearly agitated by my presence.  So what is a girl to do but run to the house and grab the camera with the wonderful new maco lens and start shooting. While I did that, she fed baby, and flew away.  Momma came a couple more times with sustenance.  Baby sat there on the ledge for a while, and then moved to the crook of the tree branch.  Once He moved, I figured he could fly and maybe was just new at it.  Momma came back a couple more times checking on him.  Then, finally, he was ready to move on.  With Momma's encouragement he flew first to the lilac, then across the garden to the apple tree and then...off behind Momma to their new house.  Whew.  He sure was cute! Fly on little bird.