Meandering thoughts . . .

 

My mother and father met at a dance on the base in Greenwood, Nova Scotia in 1954.  My mother was a young woman of 21 and my father barely 20.  She was home visiting her parents for the weekend.  She worked in Truro at the Agricultural College as a Secretary.  My father was an Airman in the RCAF.  They both liked to dance.   

One of my mother's friends talked her into going to a dance on the base that night. She wasn't going to go, but then she did. My mother spoke no French.  My father spoke limited English, but there was a spark . . . 

My mother was a very beautiful woman, blue eyed and mischievous.  Many had vied for her affections . . .  but my father won them.  They were married in October of that year in Newfoundland, and I came along the next August . . . my sister followed three years after that and my brother another two after that.   

 

All through my growing up years and well past them, my parents still went dancing on Saturday nights.  I remember my mother looking and smelling beautiful . . .  the rustle of my mother's crinoline . . .  and the swish of her dress . . . my father was equally handsome in my eyes, also smelling pretty wonderful  . . .  the two of them together . . . . cut a very dashing and elegant picture. 

Often my father would take a photograph of my mother before they went out, all dressed up  . . .  and looking beautiful.  There are many photos of her in beautiful dresses in our photo albums back home. My mom was always the belle of the ball and my father the handsome prince.  At least that was the way it looked through the lens of a daughter's love for her parents.  

 

Up until just a few years ago, they were still both going out dancing at the weekend.  It breaks my heart that this beautiful woman, who so loved to dance is going to lose one of her legs on Tuesday.  Even with her leg, her dancing days were long gone due to the poor condition of her feet.  Its all very sad. 

The frailties that come with ageing are just sad full stop. 

Dementia is a horrible, horrible disease, stealing 

our loved ones from us bit by bit

until they disappear

completely.

I'm not sure I want to get old. Not so old that I 

start to disappear at any rate. 

 

Mom is scheduled to have her operation on Tuesday at 1 pm, which is 5 pm my time.  In the meantime she has to go off her anti-coagulants in preparation, putting her at risk for stroke or heart attack.  My heart is so very heavy with all of this.  I don't want my mom to suffer unduly . . .  not for an instant.  

This is all very hard on my lovely sister as you can imagine.  My mom keeps asking her why it is she is going into hospital on Tuesday and then, when my sister explains it to her, my mother gets upset all over again . . .  please keep our family in your prayers.  I know you are.  Also if you are a Temple going person could you put her name into your Temple.  Ours is closed until the 22nd for cleaning.

 

 

Todd has a very bad cold at the moment.  I don't remember him ever feeling this ill with a cold in all the time we have been married.  He was in bed by 7 pm last night. Mitzie and I slept in the spare room.  I have not heard him stir since.  I hope he is feeling better today.  He's not one to get sick really.  I just hope that I can hold his germs at bay until after I have delivered my Relief Society Lesson tomorrow.  Fingers crossed. Teaching is not really my forte anyways, but I sure don't want to be doing it with a cold. 

 

My brother had his DNA done and got the results back. It did match us as being immediate family members (which was good).  However his was much less varied than mine was. He had a larger concentration of North American Native and was 3/4 quarters France.  The other fourth was mostly England/Wales and North Western Europe with 6% Native North American thrown in. I had no France, but a mixture of Western Europe, Great Britain and Ireland (Ireland/Scotland/Wales), with some Iberian Peninsula, Southern Europe, Caucasus, Melanesian and Eastern European Jew.  I am a melting pot.  Its really quite fascinating.  I would love to be able to get my sister's done for her.  It would be really interesting to see what her DNA shows.  I strongly suspect of the three of us, she might have more Native North American than either my brother or myself.  I just find it all very interesting. 

And with that I best leave you with a thought for the day . . . 

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 *Anticipate beauty

Believe in miracles

Count on grace

Decide on joy

Expect peace.

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Baking in The English Kitchen today . . .  Cinnamon Doughnuts.  Yummy!

Have a great Saturday.  No matter what you get up to, don't forget . . . 

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