April 25th, 2021
Seventy-eight years ago today that I met my darling husband!
Easter Sunday, and down by the riverside, where Norma and I had packed a frying pan, some potatoes to fry and a pork chop or two!
In my mind's eye I see my lovely airman, his jacket thrown across his shoulder, gazing down the river......
"Slow down" I say to my friend, - "he may catch up!"
And he did, -
We fed him fried spuds and pork chops and I spent the rest of his life as the one whose hand he held when we came to the end of the pathway along the North Saskachewan, and whose hand I held at the end of his life.
A day of memories, - lovely ones, sad ones, grateful ones, happy ones - I am full to overflowing!!
About to graduate from the Initial Training School in Edmonton as a Pilot in training he went on to Calgary that wonderful summer of 1943, and spent his "48s" in Edmonton. On leave, I accompanied him home to Penticton, where we became engaged and I wore his ring with prayers that he would survive with his crew the OPS that were ahead of him.
He did, - we were married, had a family of six, -sixty seven years of marriage and so very many memories!!!
I came across this poem of Mary Oliver's that somehow seemed appropriate.....
"Sixty-seven years, oh Lord, to look at the clouds, the trees in deep, moist summer.
daisies and morning glories opening every morning
their small, ecstatic faces...or maybe I should just say
how I wish I had a voice like the meadowlark's
sweet, clear and reliably slurring all day long
from the fencepost, or the long grass where it lives
in a tiny but adequate grass hut beside the mullein and the everlasting
the faint pink roses that have never been improved, but come to bud,
then open like little soft sighs under the meadowlark's whistle, its breath-praise,
its thrill-song, its anthem, its thanks, its Alleluia, oh Lord."
Life is good.....pork chops and fried potatoes were always a favourite!