Monthly Archives: July 2013

Friday July 5, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

After about the age of 7, Aaron never admitted to being attached to his teddy bear. At the age of 18, however, when he left home for Vancouver in search of work, he called from his small, sparse apartment and said in a small voice… “Uh, Mom? Could you, um send me my…teddy?” I didn’t say anything. I didn’t laugh. I sent him the teddy his grandmother had lovingly made, knowing it was something he loved and needed. It sits on his dresser to this day. Aaron turned 40 this year!

Saturday July 6, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

Alan might kill me for this, but as a little kid, he DID carry around a blanket. Actually, it was my blue chenille bedspread, which he inherited when the corners became twisted and grey. When it started to rot, Mom cut it up into smaller pieces so he’d have even more corners to chew on. By the time these pieces deteriorated, he was old enough to go to Beaver camp (junior Scouts in Canada), and Dad suggested he have a ceremonial blankie burning in the fireplace. Alan stuffed his remaining blankies into a shoebox. Dad put lighter fluid over the contents, made a hole in the lid, pulled out a wick of blankie, and the solemn ceremony took place. Al, with sadness and stoicism, sat and watched the box burn to ashes as Dad sat beside him with his arm around his shoulder. It was a coming of age for my brother and a time when Dad proved, beyond a doubt, that he understood kids better than anybody we knew!

Tuesday July 16, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

My mom called from the airport as soon as Aaron arrived in Vancouver. She said he was very sick. As it turned out, he’d noticed that many passengers did not eat their chocolate desserts and asked the hostess if he could have them all. Thinking he’d never eat ALL the desserts, they happily gave them to him and neglected to check back until he was too full to do up his seatbelt. He arrived in Vancouver engorged and miserable. My folks were too thoughtful to laugh — but we sure did!

Sunday July 21, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

My husband had all kinds of models. He loved to make them just for the fun of figuring them out. He even built a model aircraft when we were on our honeymoon, so modelling was definitely in his blood. He could focus for hours, shaving off an infinitesimal piece of plastic here, fitting an impossibly tiny piece there. He had endless patience when it came to building complicated model ships, vehicles, and aircraft. Interestingly, he had much less patience with kids!

Tuesday July 30, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

The fish Aaron caught with my dad were not great eating, and Aaron was very disappointed when Mom dug them into the garden. For the next fishing trip, Mom and Dad were prepared. When the men came home with fish for the table, Aaron believed he was chowing down on his catch. Sometimes a white lie comes in the form of frozen fillets.