The last time that all five of us were together in one place was Christmas 1973 in North Bay, Ontario.
The thing about being raised in a military family was that it was within me to BE Canadian…I didn’t grow up with a sense of having a home town, but rather, considered our beautiful nation my home. When I drove the Trans Canada highway recently, each new province held its memories of camp fire singing, of water gazing, of miles of “I Spy” and warnings from the front seat to behave. I was the person in my group of friends who had to look up my own telephone number in the phone book. My brothers, sister and I fall into a group of Canadians aptly referred to as Military BRATS (Borne, Raised And Transferred Somewhere). As a result of five of us having similar, but different, experiences of military life, we settled across the nation, raised our families and missed one or the other at every single event since those Christmas festivities of 1973, forty years of together-apart and apart-together.
After 40 years, we stood together, a tribute to our parents,late…but at last.
This would have been the family in Ste. Sylvestre, Quebec. We are still waiting for one brother and finally, my sister, to come along! I know the place because the refrigerator is almost in the living room. I am so excited about my Trans Canada drive this summer, that I’m going through the photos and planning one of those looped power points, in order to feature my Dad who turned 80 on May 14th on my Mom, who will turn 77 on July 27! I look at this photograph and remember the strength of my parents. Dad was on the Mid Canada Line at RCAF Stn. Stoney Mountain through this period and later did Operational inspections on every DEW Line site In Canada and Greenland–Fun Flying! All the while, his family was 50 miles from the Quebec City hospital. And it was during that posting, that Mom gave birth to her middle child. ;0) I remember the snow banks being sometimes five or six feet high on either side of the sidewalk!