My Granny when she was a young Miss, very pretty! Born in Montreal.
MY PHOTOS
Then and Now
This is me when 6 years old at school
Yes, I'm Canadian!
At a small French school in Windsor, Ontario, Canada. I didn't much like it there, have forgotten why, and transferred to another school in midterm. So really I'm French-Canadian but don't speak French!
On the beach at Port Colborne, Ontario
Me at 11 years. That goes back 50 yrs.!
Who can resist this fluffy kitty?
I've always been a cat person myself.
At 35 yrs., a busy time of working. Life was just a lot of rushing about from here to there, point A to B.
Wish I could be neat and tidy with everything in its place. Not many people do succeed, yet we can only try. Maybe I'm a clutter bug as I feel better when things are stacked up around the place - that "lived-in" look no doubt.
Also, I did a lot of home typing as a publisher. Sometimes I felt that when I died one day I'd be buried with a typewriter - we were inseparable, well almost.
Actually, during the 17 yrs. of working for the newspaper, I don't think I bought a paper any more than four times! I read the news as I typed it out as a typesetter.
In early days at the newspaper we used coded, punched tape and hot metal type but later, like everything else, change came with computer use.
It's a time when we need to "Stop and smell the roses."
However, there comes a time in one's life when you stop and ask yourself: What is Life all about? Where am I going? Is this rushing around really getting me anywhere? What do I want to accomplish before my time runs out? I'm sure you can think of many other questions too. The mid-life crisis, they call it.
Anyways, it's time to sort out one's priorities. One needs to look beyond the commercialism we are drowning in, beyond the "getting and having" of life, for these are not lasting.
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I have always felt deep within that the world and its challenges can be met and even conquered when we summon up our very best efforts. Nothing is impossible to those who believe! Yet the greatest challenge is in confronting one's inner world - the hopes and fears, likes and dislikes, strengths and weaknesses, our endless wants versus actual needs - and endeavouring to achieve an understanding of oneself. That's quite another matter.
What others may think of us isn't so important because in the end we have to live with our own thoughts, in ourselves. It takes an enormous leap in faith to cross into the unknown territory of exploring one's mind, one's consciousness. It also requires honesty. That adventure, to me, is greater than travelling throughout the world.
Today I'm at the stage of Autumn in my later years. Summer is past and it's time to consider what I have yet to do in life. One learns to come to terms with it all, and that's as it should be.
As well, we need to perceive what lies beyond what is seen in the physical world. There's more to life than what we see, hear, and touch. Eventually we must find that other level within ourselves.
A garden in
BC, Canada
at age 62.
Now let's get back to more mundane matters. This is how I look and feel in the morning - never was a morning person.
Am a constant user of scotch tape, and a firm believer in "duckie tape" for easy fixings.
By the way, some of my Aussie friends seem to do things in the opposite direction!
Always did prefer coffee but only after a good breakfast because if I took it first I'd be a nervous wreck! Maybe I'm the sensitive type, dunno.
Most of my cooking is with iron frying pan and pots. Once or twice a year I might use an oven; prefer to buy goodies than make them.
I need to wait to be inspired when it comes to doing housework and unavoidable chores. After all, there's a right time for everything.
This is the best outlook on life, don't you agree?
Flowers
are
indeed
most inspiring!
- from
my small
patio garden
in
springtime.
Well, enough of this sitting in front of a computer.
My mother when she was just one year old, in 1910, with her parents,
also in Montreal, Canada
The family pets: Himalayan cats. Vicky, dark grey, gentle nature, and her son, Malcolm, white (or "cream point" in cat categories), bossy and full of mischief. Photo was taken over a decade ago and is one of my treasured memories. They are now in Cat Heaven.
At home, age 65. I am of course a clutterbug, always keeping what I don't really need. If I toss something out it's then I think of a use for it and wish I hadn't! Can't win.
