Wednesday, Aug. 8th, I was up at 6 and in the shower immediately. By
7 I had eaten some cereal, had my tea and was dressed and ready to leave.
Today, I was meeting my daughter to go to a visitation, 123 miles west. I was
disappointed to see the cover of thick white fog across the land. Bill checked
the lights on Ptooties so I knew how to turn the fog lights on and I pulled out
wasn’t too bad and I relaxed once I got out onto #6, away from the ‘deer
crossing’ concerns. The drive was uneventful, listening to my tunes, keeping an
eye on the map Bill printed for me. I’m good getting to Stratford but I wasn’t
going in that same direction, having to go through Shakespeare, Tavistock,
Hickson so those were things I needed to pay attention to. It’s familiar once I
get there but I can’t picture turns in advance. My GPS takes me a way that I
don’t want to go.
|The sun tried a few times to break through|
but it wasn't until I was through Milverton that it cleared
|And then a beautiful day was upon us|
at Tavistock at 9 and that was too early, with only about 10 miles to
Bridgette’s. With a taste for one of their creamy steeped teas and need for the
facilities, I stopped at Tim Horton’s right on the corner. Then I drove the
short distance and parked Ptooties beside her unlicensed little Mini Cooper,
Bixbe. We dawdled a bit (because I was early, as usual) and she quietly showed
me the beginnings of their bathroom reno.
|Welcome Mr. Sunshine|
|Their coffee is too strong for me, but I LOVE their steeped tea|
Oh, and I
got to meet Jack, their stray kitten. Chris is on midnights this week so was
sleeping after working until 7 am this morning. Not a pleasant shift at all
especially just coming off afternoons! Bridgette drove us from their home in
her new Jeep and it was a much more pleasant ride than Bixbe would have been.
I’m too old to get in and out of low vehicles. 😊
the 401 highway (Interstate-like for our American friends) is nothing to my
daughter, she has always used it for quick access to and from her jobs.
Arriving in West Lorne started to bring back memories. Bridgette’s first home
(on her own) was here and we drove by on the way to Rodney. Talk about
memories, they came flooding back as we slowed down for me to take a picture of
the beautiful home I once owned. That was 1984 – 1989 and a different spouse
and a different life.
|401 travelling was relatively quiet|
Wight was the neighbor to the left and in 5 years, the 4 of us became closer
than 2 couples could ever be. It was a period of games, drinking, walks, dances
and parties and most without leaving our own properties. I remember them
|My old house in Rodney|
|New owners have added a pool by the looks of it|
|The tall beautiful hedge on the left side of picture|
is Rob and Fran's - where we cut through often
When we walked into the Funeral home on Main St. there were familiar
faces but not likely. I kept wondering if I should know them but I really
didn’t get involved in the town. I drove 45 min. to London daily for work,
didn’t shop in Rodney and didn’t socialize with anyone other than this small
group of friends/neighbours. We didn’t need to.
|Fran and I on our back deck|
|Ready for one of our dances|
Fran’s daughters after 30 years gave me many ‘oh my God’ moments. All grown up
with families of their own makes me realize they are my kids ages too. It was
when we walked up to Rob, our goofy friend, Rob that we really lost it. He
grabbed both of us together in a 6-armed hug and didn’t want to let go. We were
the last people he expected to see, not even knowing where our paths had taken
us. It was one of the most special moments I can recall and will not forget.
|She was a beautiful friend, inside and out|
around a bit after signing Fran’s coffin (what a neat idea!) and watching a
video of pictures. I was thrilled and yet surprised to see that I was included
in a couple of them. I got goosebumps for being included in the memorial. After
being told by a handful of friends from the past that I hadn’t changed a bit,
we felt we could slip out before the ceremony. Bridgette and I chatted non-stop
on the way back to Woodstock and it was truly a wonderful visit together.
|Ladies of the Corn|
Bridgette wanted me to see how tall it was next to their property
|Yup, it's tall!|
|And my blurring self-portrait on my camera|
|Yes, Bridgette, 3 pictures in a timed row|
left her place, after perusing her gardens and naming some plants for her, I
texted Bill that I was on my way. I thought I’d be more tired from the early
rising, the drive and back again but when I drove in to see Kim and Ken as well
as George and Suzie had arrived, it was my second wind. I joined the Happy Hour
with a Diet Gingerale, afraid of what alcohol would do to me without having
|Yay! Just in time for Happy Hour!|
we had some sweet corn (thanks to G & S) in Madame I.P. (thanks for the
suggestion, Kim) and leftover farmer’s sausage. After dishes, Kim and I drove
around the corner to check out a Yard Sale and after half an hour listening to ‘Elvis’
aka Ivan aka Mitch tell us stories in between wheeling and dealing, we came
home to make Bill happy. A new screened dining tent, a sprayer and a pair of
truck ramps were in the hatch.
|Supper was delicious although minimal|
started a campfire by the time we returned and Rob and Pat drove out to join us
all for the evening. Obviously, I was not in a blog writing mood. Could the day
get any better? Even with the sadness of the visitation, the moments spent
reminiscing with my daughter were second to none, I wouldn’t change the day in
any way. I hope you enjoyed yours as well.
|And the gang is almost all here!|
One more on Friday
|And Bill had a lovely fire going|
Ken, George, Suzie, Rob, Bill, my chair, Pat and Kim
|Bill took his Timber up for a short flight|
|And she landed without incident|
in the sunset
|The bottom lights showed up great!|
for your visit!
A day of memories both past and present. It was wonderful you were able to attend the visitation to pay your respects and then come home to a great group of friends.ReplyDelete
It was a great day from beginning to end. We are so glad we went to the visitation. They seem to draw people out, don't they?Delete
Nice to see our friends assembled back home too!
Visitations, memories and seeing old friends is always sad but satisfying as well.ReplyDelete
Then home for Happy hour and a campfire with more of our group for the weekend. always fun to hang out here and visit.
They can be sad, some more than others, but great reunions too.Delete
So wonderful to have all you guys here when I returned. :)
As tall as an elephants eye. That was nice of you to go say goodbye to your friend. It always brings back good memories.ReplyDelete
Wow! I love that! You're talking about the corn, I trust. :) I'll share that with Bridgette.Delete
It was a good reunion in which we all said goodbye to our friend, Frannie.
Wonderful post....enjoy the next couple of days!ReplyDelete
Thank you afcg. The fun is just beginning! :)Delete
Glad your trip went well. You had a very nice house in Rodney. I've driven that route through Shakespeare, Tavistock and Hickson, then either on to Woodstock or west to Tillsonburg many times.ReplyDelete
Thank you. It was a beautiful home. The new owners have done lovely things to it that we couldn't afford to do. I'd love a tour!Delete
If you guys are looking for a nice drive today, some to the Ridge for a visit. We all would love to welcome you!!
What a beautiful home you once owned. Always sorry to lose friends. I guess it is our age but we seem to have more losses than wins these days. Say hi to your visitors from us. Maybe we will meet up in Arizona this winter.ReplyDelete