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I'm a mother of four grandmother of seven and great grandmother of one. I have many hobbies and interests but gardening and rug hooking are my main interest at the moment. I live with my husband in the house that we built with the help of my brothers and have been married for 49 years.

Friday, September 23, 2011

OLD WEDDING PICTURES GOES DIGITAL, HERE COMES THE BRIDE...

In my last post,  Maggie from JUST BETWEEN ME AND YOU  had left a comment and asked that I be her guest on her Blogazine. I was honored but felt that I just didn't had the time required to put it together. I kept starting to write but never finishing. So one day this week I was alone with nothing pressing to do and finally I wrote  my condensed life story the best I could and send it in to Maggie.


I had no recent photos of myself and no one around to take a photo of me.    It was intended to be inserted at the beginning of my story but it ended up at the end...  Not a great photo either.

Also, Maggie's High School Reunion got me to thinking how we were all slowly getting older one day at a time but not noticing the gradual change until we look at pictures of our youth.

I realized that I didn't even had any photos of my wedding in my house, only slides tucked away, way up on the top shelf in the closet. So I dug em up and used a digital converter I bought a couple of Christmas ago but never used.  The photos are better on the slides than the digital, and the  quality isn't great, so my apologies. 

Amazing  the transformation as we age.


This is a picture of me and George on February 26, 1966 taken at his parent's homestead on the farm. . Since the photographer couldn't make it to the wedding because of the bad snow storm, my youngest brother in law took the only few wedding pictures we have.  The slides have specks of dust on them. 


                           Me and my sister in-law. She was dress in in the new fashion of the day. Look at the            big blotch on my dress



In the back, on the left, my mom and dad, his mom and dad.  Can you tell,all I cared about was George.





Here is mom and dad and I'm still having eyes only for George. I thought that my mother looked a bit like Jacqueline Kennedy on this photo. 



The camera is clicking and I'm still looking at George. Be still my heart...



Brides- wanna- be are lining up by the stairs where I'm planning to throw this simple bouquet of red carnations.


Time to open my gifts, Do you remember those cool glasses. Meeow....


A candid shot taken when I was talking. 


I was dressed in fashion with this bouclee suit to go on my winter Honeymoon. 


This was in the main kitchen where the food had been prepared for the guests. This is the only picture I have of the the top of the cake. The cake was cut but  no pictures was taken of the cutting of the cake...  The lady in the foreground is George's aunt and his mom behind her.


                                   Here we are in Florida for our Honymoon 



                    This is where we stayed in the french section where lots of people from Quebec stayed. An apartment with fridge and stove where we could prepare our own food. Since our new car had a smashed grilled in an accident the day before the wedding,  my husband best friend, Franny, lend us his big  black car to drive all the way to Florida.  What a good friend.



Here is George with fresh picked coconuts that was given to us by men who were harvesting them. 



We never made it in the Marine Stadium for some reason. It was a very windy day at the beach and we got wind burn badly.




That's me under those sun glasses walking in the white sand.

Thanks for dropping by  and sharing some days gone by with me. I enjoy reading your comments.  Have a safe weekend everyone...  JB

Monday, September 12, 2011

THIS IS GOING TO MAKE YOU PEE IN YOUR PANTS...

Well surprise, surprise, I picked up two lovely new followers this weekend and I'm tickled pink.  Karen from the blog Life is what YOU make it, all the way from South Africa, (a small world isn't it), and Cynthia from the blog  Kyrotime. Both of these ladies have wonderful blogs. Welcome to both of you.

Now my story... My vivacious breakfast friend, Anne who is 78, had asked me a while back if I would do her a big favor. She wanted to have a surprise birthday party for a parishioner who was turning 75. Now this gentleman has initiated a monthly Community Breakfast to raise money for the community's special needs, not just for our church members but the whole community of Lincoln, for things like a house fire, cancer, special needs,  church projects  etc. He initiated a soccer field for the youth, painted the church inside, built cupboards,  raised a lot of money for the church auction by donating his service to do renovations two years in a row and many many other projects. How could I say no to my good friend Anne.

The birthday party was Friday evening and we were supposed to all be at the church before he came to work on the community breakfast preparations for the next day. I was told to be there for at least 5:30 PM so I went to work at the barn earlier and got all my work done earlier and as I'm about to go home to shower, my husband called and needed help to bring in a new born calf all the way from the back field.

Dang... that's all I needed .... an unannounced calf.... I helped bring the cow in and he brought the calf. While in the dry cow barn  we also found an aborted calf fetus maybe about 20 inches long. This had to be put in a bag and refrigerated to be brought to the lab for autopsy.  Just what I needed.... More delay.... But when you live on the farm every day is the same but never the same if you know what I mean...

Long story short, I got there late but the guest of honor hadn't arrived yet because he was late himself so it gave me time to find someone who would take pictures with my camera for me.  I had time for a beer with friends.

This party had an Italian theme since he immigrated from Italy many years ago. His story was told with skits acted by parishioners of his arrival to Pier 21 in Halifax and we were treated with  Italian food. There was over a hundred people there.

I was asked to jump out of a fake cake. Anne was pushing the flimsy makeshift trolly on stage and the Birthday man was supposed to cut the cake on the count of three which was my signal to jump out of the cake top.


          One           Two               Three


Now see the top of my head poking through the cake.



The flimsy cart is not holding well and something goes wrong with the wheels and started to tip.... but not to fear because Anne is in the back to catch my fall. It was like falling on a feather bed. No pain what so ever...


By now the crowd is roaring with laughter.... even the surprised guest and the MC... and cameras are clicking away...


There I am stretched out laughing so hard. And I'm supposed to somehow sing him Happy Birthday.


Now would you look at my farmer tan... Anne provided the spaghetti dress, the wig, two assorted black gloves for the same hand, mind you... and the jewelry.  Oh the things I do for my friends...


Can you tell we're having fun?... That sword is plastic by the way... The MC is bent over.   I'm still laughing...



And now I'm singing him Happy Birthday in Maryln Monroe's breathy style when she sang Happy Birthday Mr President.



See the cinder block I had to stand on for height. The first time I tried to pop out of the cake there were no cinder block and everything went well and  now look at the wheels.


Marilyn exits and the crowd are taking pictures and clapping. What fun and silliness...


George was part of an act where an old farmer was too old to dig up his garden and his son was in gail and couldn't help him dig up the garden to plant vegetables. The son told the police that there were bodies buried in the garden and George the policeman dug up the whole yard and found nothing and apologized to the farmer and then the son sent a letter to his father telling him that it was the best he could do under the circumstances. The farmer could plant his vegetables after all.  Poor George was late  too and only was given his script at the last minute.



So exit our laughing Lincoln Police.  Notice the old farmer at the table is laughing too.

Sorry for the length of my blog today but I hope that you had a good laugh at my expense.  Thanks for leaving comments.  JB


Sunday, September 4, 2011

DOES MY JOB DESCRIPTION INCLUDES CHASING A HERD OF COWS?

At first thought, nothing much out of the ordinary seemed to have happened this week until I recall the events one by one.  With a bit of sunshine on my side, I managed to weed  and tidy some parts of the gardens and I felt good about it. I would have loved to get all caught up on the yard work but I was lucky enough to have had lots of visits from family and friends.

My daughter  and son in law brought back a huge feed of the tastiest lobsters  from Prince Edward Island that I've ever tasted in a long time. I  had my fill and felt so spoiled... They bring some every year when they come back from PEI.

These were market size lobsters and were tender and most delicious.


My granddaughter meticulously getting the meat from the legs. She showed us how to recognize the sex of the lobsters.
My grandson is using the empty claws to decorate his hand, Maybe he wants to use this as a  weapon.


My daughter is checking out the sex of this lobster.  The females has softer little flippers just below the legs and the males have bonier flippers. My other grandson is looking on.

My daughter Jackie is also visiting and holding my little grandson while her kids looks on. He loves the attention.  She cooked a feast while I was at the barn. What a great day.

I had visitors from Ontario who brought their son to the UNB University.

I received a nice gift of a thick gel memory foam pad for my king size bed from my daughter Christine and it's heavenly to sleep on it. Thanks you so much.

My next event was that I had a heifer calf born in the back of the barn and he got all dirty and must have gotten a mouthful of manure because she  got scour a few days later...  My son was on vacations so I had to take her temperature and it was 104. The vet was called and he came and treated her with a one shot of antibiotic in the neck and he also gave her a pain killer shot in the neck and asked me to give her another shot the next day. This is my first experience in giving a needle in the neck. I narrowly missed sticking the needle in my finger. lol...

As if I wasn't busy enough, in the afternoon my husband was in a mad rush to get to the hay field way up the main road and accidently left the gate opened and all the cows made a get away into the barn yard and in the grassy area where the gardens are planted. It's a large area behind the buildings. A gentleman who was coming to bale hay had driven to the farm and spotted the herd of cows on the loose. He came back to my house to tell me.   I called my son who is on vacation and we rounded them up, but it was not an easy task.  One wrong move and the cows could have escaped to the main busy highway up the lane. I use my magic black broom to wave at them and I felt more secure but guarded. Having a whole herd coming at you full speed can be a bit dangerous. I didn't know that chasing a herd of cow was in my job description. So much for weeding my garden that afternoon... No time for pictures for this adventure either.

More visitor from my brother and sister in law and they were on their way to another city and stopped in for a visit over night. We chatted and relaxed for a while then we went to Chapter and at the last minute I spotted a book about Chakras and had to have it. I've always been interested in Chakras and I've read many books on the subject but I like this one the best.



I had to give a tour of a group of kids who arrived unannounced and wanted to see how the calves and the heifers were fed . My husband sent them to see me as I was just arriving to work. That was quite an experience as they wanted to help. It was kind of fun and at the same time it was hindering me but thankfully my visiting sister in law Janice was there to help me feed the new born calf who was really hungry. She enjoyed her experience. No pictures although the kids' mother  had a camcorder.

This morning after barn chores we all went out to breakfast with our usual group of friends and had a great time then my visitors left.

There is possibly some other events that I can't recall but enough said. Have a great week and thanks for dropping by for a visit and leaving a comment.  JB