His 'handle' was Sunflower.
When my daughter was 2, she couldn't pronounce our last name, Snelgrove, so chose to call my father Grandpa Sunflower. It stuck for her and her brother. It's my favourite flower and we take a metal one with us on each camping trip, I have a tattoo of a sunflower in memory of Daddy and I re-painted his little wood box with the logo.
He got this name from the row of huge sunflowers that they planted and grew along their long country lane way. A few years ago when my sister was beginning a blog where us 6 girls could share our stories, the name Sunflower Girls was an easy choice. We began writing, slowly at the start, and then realizing that we needed no approval, more often, as ideas and thoughts came to our heads. The thrill has slowed down, but not died off and I hope it never does.
Writing has always been a release for me, sometimes poetry sometimes just ramble, and though I tend to be long-winded at times, I feel good about putting words to paper. It runs in the family. The writing, not the long-windiness. Our mom at 88 still writes in her journal every day. How cool is that?
|Cathy, Audrey, Gayle, Donna, Wendy and Mom|
Every year, as I've mentioned on my Family Fun page, we get together and create a handful of new memories. I will keep in touch with how all of that worked out! All we need is some nice weather so the umbrellas don't have to opened all weekend long!
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