Young people need something stable to hang on to — a culture connection, a sense of their own past, a hope for their own future. Most of all, they need what grandparents can give them. Jay Kesler A dip in the temperature, and rain (much-needed, so we can’t complain), keeps us indoors and postpones a
If grandmas hadn’t existed, kids would have inevitably invented them. Arthur Kornhaber, M.D. “Remember that time . . . “ ”Grandma, you always say . . . “ My memory is not as sharp as it once was; I feel it—keenly sometimes. Hers, on the other hand, is razor-sharp. Camp G and G is an
The fruit of the garden is not restricted to what we eat. Every garden lends something more to the imagination - beauty. Vigen Guroian, Inheriting Paradise: Meditations on Gardening Makiya and I go to the garden early, while it’s still relatively cool. It’s a beehive of activity with many gardeners thinking along the same lines.
Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. Henry James It’s hot. Kamloops hot. Hot as in it’s still 37C/99F at 8:00 in the evening when we’re driving home, having enjoyed supper and play in the park, and a stop to water the dry and
Dance is the hidden language of the soul. Martha Graham It’s warm—uncomfortably warm. There is no air conditioning in Vanier Hall and it seems that this last weekend in June is always warm. Nevertheless, we gladly endure the stuffy heat in the auditorium to watch our granddaughter’s annual dance recital. We’ve got the same seats
Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children. Alex Haley We decide it’s a good day to go bowling. It’s been about twenty-five years since I bowled (anything other than Wii bowling which Gerry and I used to do frequently) so I’m not
I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden. Ruth Stout The soil has been turned and the garlic uncovered. I stand alone in the garden as Gerry pushes the wheelbarrow back to its place by the shed, a little red-haired girl his giggling passenger. i survey