Well, this recent WordPress Daily Post certainly got me thinking: “Captain Picard was into Earl Grey Tea: mention the Dude and we think: White Russians. What’s your signature beverage — and how did it achieve that status?”
Fact is, I don’t have a signature beverage. Never did. I’m an equal opportunity drinker.
Although having said that, if I was going to have a signature drink it would be Lillet.
It’s a French aperitif and it’s delicious — at least I think so. It’s wonderful on the rocks, with a twist of lemon. I was introduced to it back in Montreal, at a French restaurant (Chez Georges) I used to frequent. It’s Continue reading →
Tomorrow’s my mother’s birthday. She loved celebrating her birthday. Even when she got older. Especially when she got older. She delighted in telling people her age; and loved their reactions.
Because no one ever believed it.
She looked considerably younger, but I think the main reason everyone stared at her in disbelief was her ‘spirit’, which was probably about thirty years younger than she was. At least. Her zest for life, her curiosity, her willingness to try new things, her open mind, her determination, her sense of humour, her giggle, the twinkle in her eye, her energy, her positive attitude all kept her young.
One of her greatest pleasures was eating chocolate. You could see the look of rapture on her face the minute she bit into one. And to her, it didn’t matter — it could have been a handful of chocolate chips or a candy Continue reading →
About three weeks ago, I wrote about my aunt, Leatrice, the last of my mother’s sisters. In my heart I knew, that day, she was not doing very well. I spoke with her every week and when I got off the phone after we talked for what turned out to be the last time, I was really concerned about her. What I didn’t know, was just how rapidly she would decline. Unfortunately she passed away eight days ago.
She’s the one in the middle in the photograph. My mother is on the left and her twin sister, on the right. The twins were seven years older than my aunt. She looks about six or seven, I’m guessing — the smocked dress is a give-away, don’t you think? So they would have been thirteen or fourteen. Teenagers, although to me, they look older — more sophisticated. It’s probably the lipstick that was added to the photograph later. And the rouge, as it was called in those days.
I love this photo. The first time I saw it was at my cousin’s house, after my aunt’s funeral. Obviously in those days there were no colour photographs, so this was tinted. The three of them look like they’re in a