The photo and gravestone below is my great-great grandfather, William.My grandmother gave me a organdy tea apron from William's wife, my Great-Great Grandmother, Jane Foster.This photo is of my great grandfather (second from left) and his brothers.
Below: My great grandfather is on the left, my grandfather is in the center, my dad to the right and my older brother on the stool.I found a headstone commemorating two of my great grandfather's children who died in in an epidemic, 8 days apart. Below - my grandparents. My grandmother made pies & bread & pickles that won the awards at the fair. To get her celery sauce recipe, I had her bring out the bowls she used for measurement, the old worn tablespoon and the chipped cup. Then I measured how much water they contained. I came pretty close to the original. And, of course she was a quilter. We slept under her colourful quilts, each carefully hand quilted. My grandfather was the best - always full of fun with a smile and a wink.My Uncle Mannie was always patient and had stories to tell. He stayed on the farm until my grandparents passed away.Walking down the rows, I felt the shadows and memories of the past.
As a child, I felt uncomfortable in graveyards.
On this day, I felt my foundations and the continuity of life.
And yet, today we seem to have anonymous passing of life. Cremation is followed by scattering of ashes. Privacy laws prevent us from searching our recent family history.