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!
Yes I think I’m likely one of the few people that call you Catherine… or Cathy with an eye….hahaha…
You’re off on a great trip this morning and I hope you have a great time with your family. I wish we were going with you on that cruise (but in February please).
Happy birthday to my little sister – the one who I seem to constantly tease (but in a nice way) and I know you would miss it if I stopped.
Here’s a little reminder of how much you love the beach and the sun!
I was 10 years of age when my parents sat me down to have a “talk”…it wasn’t that talk…it was to tell me that I was to have a baby sister. They were adopting and a lady was going to come to the house to talk to us (insert Social Worker making a home visit). I remember she talked to my parents and to me – she asked how I felt about having a sister. My response: “do you have puppies?”…just kidding Leanne!
At any rate it wasn’t long before Leanne joined the family. Mom use to curl her hair on top and tape or pin a bow into her hair.
It was February when Leanne eventually joined us and I remember those exciting days when all I wanted was for someone to ask me: “do you have any brothers or sisters?” That’s a long time ago now (not that Leanne is old….) but I thought it would be good to revisit what I remember as being the first holiday with all five us… here’s Dad with Leanne, Cath in the stroller and me in my Sunday best! Mom was taking the photo so in fairness here’s the second photo with Mom in it and Leanne’s famous smile!