What a wonderful feeling to hit open roads…heading south always gives me some sense of going home to my peeps. I weep when I see this blue up against this yellow…reminds me of grampa and our talks as he drove, with his racing cap on (ball cap turned backwards). The past two days, I moved between Raymond and Magrath and Lethbridge…connecting with that feeling, pretty much the whole time. Interviewing two of my beautiful aunties about family history was a joy.
I started Tuesday morning off with bacon, eggs, hash browns, toast and coffee at Ying’s Chinese and Western Cafe. I love that there is no choice here…no brown and white toast, for example. This was where I bought my penny candies as a little girl…and where grampa went in to catch up on the stories. I chatted with these folk (different-but-the-same) over my first two coffees. Thing is, the place looked so different years back. Apparently, one of the fellas told me, May died some years ago and Mark lives in Lethbridge. There used to be booths with high backs…dark wood. These Canadians were a part of my childhood story. I felt blessed in remembering.
From there, I went out to the cemetery to have some time with my relations who have passed and who rest in such a beautiful and peaceful spot.
The mill…a spot where family photos were taken…keeps on changing as it changes hands. For our family, though, it will always be connected to that smell of wool and grandma’s roast beef.
