Well the pressures on!! My lovely heavily, addicted, ha ha blogger daughter is asking me to send her a synopsis of her childhood. Memory lane is packed in boxes etc. whilst we while away our time renovating our basement. Geez kid your timing is impeccable as always. I'll see what I can do for you my dear.

Of course for a first attempt I have the pictures in the wrong order. Picture #1 is big brother Mark helping you open gifts and play in birthday cake on your first birthday.

Picture #2 is of me with you under construction. Man was I ever that skinny!!

Picture #3 is of proud Dad and your first xmas. The address was 328 Boyd Avenue in Winnipeg. I will never forget those days. We didn't have a pot to pee in (if you'll pardon the expression as I'm not sure anymore what is politically correct LOL) but were happy just the same. Your Dad did just adore you. Your Dad made $5.25/hr working for coca-cola as a driver and that was big bucks. I went back to work when you were seven mths. old and made $2.00/hr. in a china dept. of a jewellry store. (Shades of things to come huh) That was a 10cent/hr raise from my previous job. You got six weeks off for maternity in those days.

We had a two bedroom suite in the top half of a big old house. It had hardwood floors that I waxed with paste wax and polished faithfully every week. I still love that smell. A big sun porch off of the back through the kitchen that was you kids playroom. It had windows all the way around and I hung my laundry out one of them on a clothesline that stretched to a power pole in the lane. Mark used to be just able to reach on his toes far enough to drop his toys out the windows into the old ukrainian ladies' yard next door. Good thing he didn't climb then. Scary. Old Annie she was a character. She'd yell up to him in her heavy accent "Marku, Marku why you thro your toys out! You gonna breakit my fence down!" He was only 15 months old and cute as a bug then. Ahh the good old days. I wonder if your dad ever thinks of them.

Anyway I think I will continue this on a later date this weekend. It tends to get me a little maudlin and with my menopausal moments I get depressed enough as it is. One would not think that the memories would come up and bite you in the butt like that but they do. Ta ta for now Luv