Happy birthday Catherine. I think I’m one of the few people who call her that. Most know her as and call her, Cathi. As a young teen, she decided that if she was going to be Cathi they it would be with an i…not a y.
I was with my Nanny and my uncle Jim (who is 18 months older than me) when Catherine was born. There was no phone at the cottage (nor television, nor if you can believe it did we have central heating/AC or in the early days electricity. In fact we didn’t even have access to the internet. So to get to the phone we had to take the boat across to Morrison’s which was the general store. The phone was on the store wall – it was wooden, had a crank on the side to call the operator and you spoke into the microphone which was attached to the front of the phone.
It was on this phone that I heard the news that I had another sister.
Dad was on the phone to tell me the news and let me know that Mom was doing well. It was a couple of weeks before I got home to see my baby sister. So to now know she’s 50 makes me feel, well, old.
Yesterday was a party to celebrate her 50th year and it was great to be in attendance.
Happy birthday Catherine Margaret – it is great to be your brother!
My Mom comes from a family of girls – well not all girls – there is one brother, but when there are five sisters it seems like it is a family of girls. I grew up with my grandmother and aunts! Along the way, uncles joined the family – John, Don, Richard, Ray, I watched them build and repair around the cottage, join us for family occasions like Christmas. They were all so very different from one another. But I always enjoyed their being around.
The eldest of my aunts is Eileen – though I grew up knowing her as Bubs. She has now had her 90th birthday and below she is pictured with my Mom and Aunt Freda. She’s also in the B&W photo with my grandmother and all the sisters. She’s the tallest with the big fluffy hat. She was always one to dress (and drive) with style. I remember her red Impala convertible – with white leather interior. The next car (a couple of years later) it was a white Impala convertible with a red leather interior!
So now she’s 90 years of age and still living on her own. Happy birthday Bubs!
Happy birthday to the girl that really changed our family. Leanne, you may or may not know was adopted by our Mom and Dad. She was 4 months, I was 10 years old. I could not have been more thrilled. You would have thought I had gotten a puppy!
From day one I took up the role as big brother as I rocked, fed, changed diapers, took her for walks and “babysat”. As she grew older we went tobogganing, rode bikes, played basketball (though that didn’t go so well) and generally spent much time together. Likely I carry most of those memories. We live a long way apart now and the years have added to the distance, but Leanne will always be that intelligent, determined, articulate child who changed the family forever.