homecoming
After the service, during which the word 'stubborn' was used in reference to Gramma by 3 different people, we headed out to the cemetery. My family loves to socialize. The funeral attendants complained, "This is the type of family that never leaves..." Considering it was a cemetery, I assume he was referring to the guests present at the burial. Otherwise, that comment might have seemed redundant. Or maybe eery...
My Gramma loved sweet peas, baking, and crocheting. None of us Grandkids can remember a time when her garden wasn't being planted, tended, in bloom, harvested, or being planned. She also loved helium-filled balloons. Every birthday, a big bouquet of helium balloons was de rigeur.
My Gramma came from the old country, and taught herself how to read English using comics. My Daddy taught himself how to play guitar. And I taught myself how to use a camera.
What would a trip East of Edmonton be without a stop at The Big Egg. The first time I took Wil here he was about 3 and I thought his eyes would pop out of his head. The rest of the 7-day trip thorugh Alberta and Saskatchewan, he kept telling everyone about The Big Egg. Below is Bill getting some hang time off the side of The Big Egg; Wil was way more interested in chucking rocks in the pond with his siblings and climbing around on the caboose pictured above.
My Gramma loved sweet peas, baking, and crocheting. None of us Grandkids can remember a time when her garden wasn't being planted, tended, in bloom, harvested, or being planned. She also loved helium-filled balloons. Every birthday, a big bouquet of helium balloons was de rigeur.
My Gramma came from the old country, and taught herself how to read English using comics. My Daddy taught himself how to play guitar. And I taught myself how to use a camera.
Honest to goodness, the only time I ever crave an egg-salad sandwich is in a church basement or legion hall after a funeral. I had THREE and my cousin Sandra laughed her ass off at me photographing this sandwich for my friend Sally. (The ladies who put on the luncheon got tired of us hanging around, too, and just started clearing stuff from the tables before it was finished... so we moved the party to the parking lot...)
What would a trip East of Edmonton be without a stop at The Big Egg. The first time I took Wil here he was about 3 and I thought his eyes would pop out of his head. The rest of the 7-day trip thorugh Alberta and Saskatchewan, he kept telling everyone about The Big Egg. Below is Bill getting some hang time off the side of The Big Egg; Wil was way more interested in chucking rocks in the pond with his siblings and climbing around on the caboose pictured above.
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I have to honestly say, I have never, ever craved an egg salad sandwich.
I feel like I have seen that egg before. Have you photographed it before?
Oh, and the balloons are the BEST idea!
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I love your pictures. What a nice tribute that you all released baloons.