Traditional Camp

The sun comes out and the sun goes in behind the clouds this morning. It is the beginning of what both Attila and I hope will be a quiet and uneventful week.

We made a brief visit to our Traditional Camp in Parry Sound on the weekend, where everything is looking as we left it, thank goodness. The last time we were there was last summer, when we were on our first one week vacation in over 20 years, and it was a disaster. That was the week my brother had a sudden heart attack and passed away. This year, around the same time of year we were in the area to attend a reunion of cousins at my sister’s cottage. Thoughts of my brother and how much my Granny and Grandpa’s house meant to him were at the back of my mind all weekend.

The reunion was organized by my Sister-The-Middle-Girl, and my cousin who is renting a cottage on the same beach as my sister’s cottage. Together with my Sister-The-Youngest-Girl they organized and hosted a get together of all of my Grandpa and Granny’s living Granddaughters, seven of us, except for one Granddaughter who did not attend. We all drove over from the cottages to my Granny and Grandpa’s house and multiple photos were taken of the group. I hadn’t seen one of my cousins for over 30 years, it was wonderful to catch up. My newlywed niece and her husband were there; they treated us to a slide show of their beautiful wedding. My Mom was there, and I got to spend a lovely evening chatting with her. Mom and her daughters, and our spouses but one, all stayed Saturday night at Sister-The-Middle-Girl’s cottage, it was comfortable, and the cottage and beach are beautiful. My Sister-The-Middle-Girl has a beautiful cottage facing west on the lake, the sunsets are stunning.

It is now a 5 ½ to 6 hour drive, one way, to reach our Traditional Camp. We decided to take a scenic journey, heading straight north for quite a distance before turning west to travel through hills and forests. The drive was a treat, the scenery was so beautiful. We took the same route home, but there was quite a bit more traffic, many slower moving RVs on the road, that crawled up the many hills. We were very tired when we arrived home.

I have been growing my hair out for what seems like forever. The idea was to have long hair with no bangs. It is driving me to distraction at times, and at its present length it looks awful all of the time. Usually I do not care, as no one sees me here in the house, or at the camp, save for Attila. It was too bad though that it was looking the way it did for those once in a lifetime pictures at the reunion. I will be very glad indeed when the bangs grow long enough to at least stay tucked neatly behind my ears.

Worldly Distractions


Date: 10:00 AM EDT Monday 10 July 2017
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 101.4 kPa
Tendency: Rising
Temperature: 21.9°C
Dew point: 17.6°C
Humidity: 76%
Wind: SSW 19 km/h
Humidex: 28
Visibility: 24 km


“My definition of an expert in any field is a person who knows enough about what’s really going on to be scared.”
P. J. Plauger

Resting in Peace

Yesterday the family laid my brother to rest. His ashes in my arms, my family and I walked him to his final resting place, shared memories, wept, and said goodbye. My Brother-The-Middle-Boy and I remained behind to stand by the graveside, and witness my brother’s burial, laid to rest beside our Father. I feel better knowing where he rests, and that he was placed there gently and with respect.

My Mom and sisters prepared a luncheon at my Sister-The-Youngest-Girl’s house, and there we gathered afterward. It was lovely, and it gave me the gift of peace. We are a diverse group of individuals, my immediate family, joined together by an enduring love for my dear departed brother, and for one another. There is beauty even in sad times.

Mom is doing well, it is very hard for her. She keeps busy taking care of the her “brood”, me, my sisters, my brothers, and the Grandchildren. She looked so beautiful yesterday.

My little brother at my Granny and Grandpa’s house in the 1970s. This is where we reunited last summer, when he was on vacation there, enjoying days of fishing out on the lake with a friend. He too loved my Granny and Grandpa, the house, and our memories. I am struck by how very fortunate I, and my siblings and cousins are, to belong to this very special special time and place, woven out of the wilderness by our Granny and Grandpa and our parents. My Brother-The-Youngest-Boy expressed the same sentiment at our luncheon, that we are very lucky to have had our Grandparent’s and their way of life in our lives.
A photo taken by my dear departed brother, in the 70s. He is standing just yards down the road from my Granny and Grandpa’s house, looking north. So many times my Granny took my brother and I for walks along this road! In the photo it is paved, but when we were small it was a gravel road, which would be oiled in the summer to keep the dust under control. Oh the joy of walking barefoot down that road, hot under the foot in the sunny spots, and oh so cool and smooth in the shade.

The farm house and barn in the distance belonged to my Great Grandfather and Great Grandmother, and that is where my Grandpa lived through much of his childhood. Later my Uncle Alec, a bachelor, would live there. We all loved to visit Uncle Alec, he was lively, sharp as a tack, and always smiling. My Brother-The-Youngest-Boy reminisced about gathering at Uncle Alec’s house to watch the hockey games in the 60s. Fellows would come from all around he said, to watch the game with Uncle Alec, who had one of the few television sets.


The heat wave continues, as does the drought. An unforgettable summer.

Worldly Distractions


Date: 7:00 AM EDT Sunday 7 August 2016
Condition:Mainly Sunny
Pressure: 101.2 kPa
Tendency: rising
Visibility: 24 km
Temperature: 17.6°C
Dewpoint: 14.2°C
Humidity: 80%
Wind: WNW 9 km/h


“…the safest course is to do nothing against one’s conscience. With this secret, we can enjoy life and have no fear from death.”
1694 – 1778