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Monday, June 11, 2007
Happy Birthday Mom
I am posting all the greetings from mom's birthday, so the rest of you can read what everyone posted and share love for Grandma...
when I think of grandma the strongest thing that comes to mind is her scent. the most wonderful smell I know. I remember how excited I always was when I was little and she would bring me into her bedroom and give me the tiny bottles with the wooden caps that still had a just enough of her jasmine oil left for me to enjoy. I would make that bottle last as long as I could because I never knew when I would be getting the next one. I never actually used the oil and instead just would unscrew the top and take a sniff here and there, to get a little bit of that wonderful scent......The scent of my grandma. even today I love the scent of jasmine and have started to buy little bottles of jasmine oil in my own, but I have yet to find the brand with the little wooden caps. I love you, Grandma!May this special birthday be celebrated with laughter and smiles.This summer we will all celebrate together, won't that be wonderful! Enjoy!Love, Annie
Grandma is the kindest and most loving person I know. It is hard to think of just one moment, but she has always been supportive of me, she encouraged me to jump into the deep end of the pool when I was scared, she got me into golfing. Now I see her kindness and lovingness to Finley and it makes me so happy that they get to have each other to love. I know Finley will be just as excited to visit Grandma Laven as I was growing up and still am. Love, Cam
My best memories are getting to sit on Grandmas lap when we were young. It was the most coziest spot every morning when we woke up at grandpa and grandmas house. Also, when I got to stay with them for a couple summers. She always loved to see me out on the golf course working. The best is when I was laying down trimming around the new bushes. Love Josh
Grandma is amazing. When I was little, she always knew what to say when I was sad, or what to do if I fell. As an adult, I still look to her to "make it better." If I were to look back on the past 28 years with grandma, I would have to say that while many memories come to mind, there is one in particular that sticks out. When grandma and grandpa would babysit me, I would sleep in the back bedroom at Kenmar Circle. Early in the morning, sometimes I would wake up and go into their room to sleep. I loved cuddling in between them, warm and cozy, until grandpa got up to go to work. Inevitably, I would keep sleeping, and when I woke, I loved getting out of bed and walking into the kitchen to find grandma in her robe and slippers, drinking coffee and working the crossword. She would pull me into her lap and we would work the crossword together, and then she would say "are you ready for coco wheats?" Of course I was excited, and she would take me into the family room and find some cartoons for me to watch while she prepared coco wheats for me. She would put a blanket over me and tuck me into the couch so I could "cozy up" until breakfast was ready. Even though I was only four or five, I remember that so well, and it always makes me smile to think about. Grandma, I love you more than anything, and you mean so much to me. You always know how to brighten a day, and everyone that knows you loves you. Love Jessica
I don’t really have one specific favorite memory of mom, mine are more often quick little flashbacks that I’ve always gotten, or as I've always called them, memory burst. As I get older, they seem to come to me a lot more often, which is a good thing. What happens is I will be in the middle of something like ironing a shirt, walking around a corner on a street in Nashville, laughing in a bar somewhere with my friends, when out of nowhere a scene from my past rushes into my head with such intensity for just a nano-second and before I can even grasp it to hold onto, it's gone. But for that split second I was there with all the smells and the sounds and the feelings of that very moment. I don't know what triggers it, because usually what I'm in the middle of is totally unrelated to the memory burst. I guess thinking about it most of these flashbacks involve mom, probably because I subconsciously go back to a time and place where I was happiest and content and free. One memory burst that I seem to get repeatedly is mom and me in the kitchen of our house and it's summer and I'm looking up at her smiling because she's singing along to the radio, we'll sing in the sunshine, we'll laugh every day, we'll sing in the sunshine and I'll be on my way. Why that silly little scene keeps coming back to my brain, I'll never know, I guess maybe I was just really happy and safe. Other flashbacks are usually revolving around our summers at Little McDonald with mom spraying herself and us with iodine and baby oil, laughing with mom and Aunt Polly, (who I miss dearly), playing cards at the cabin late at night. These memories may not be all that funny or important to anyone else, but to me they're a part of who I am as a person and how I relate to the people in my life and why humor is such an important part of all my relationships, both male and female. And to this I credit mom. Love you, Tab
Well, we are all supposed to write something about why we love Mom. That's not an easy thing to do. There are so many reasons. Where do I start? I know- July 4TH 1954. How can I not love someone that gave me life and has loved me more than anyone for my entire life? Through good and bad, laughter and tears, successes and failures, Mom has always been there with a smile or the sharing of a tear, or a word of wisdom, or a hug. She doesn't do this for just me. She does this for each and every one of us. Children, Grandchildren, and Great-grandchildren. Mom has enough love in her for each and everyone of us that all of us should feel special that she is part of our lives. I could go on and on, but the reason I love Mom so much, is because of the LOVE she has for us. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM !!!!! I LOVE YOU, TOM
When I think of you mom, I always think of Christmas. I know how much you have always loved decorating the tree, the pretty wrapping paper, the wonderful presents, the good food, your rosettes. The food spread out all over the table. I remember the big books of cards dad would bring home and you would pick which one you were going to send that year. I always look forward to seeing what dad buys you each year it’s always so fun. And your closet.... I always loved going through your closet …I still do. You always have such pretty clothes. But you are the best present mom I love you, Julie
Mom, when I think of my many favorite memories, one of them is how you would get up every morning and my normal breakfast of Coco-Wheats, and if I was home at lunch, you would make me peanut butter and banana sandwiches, and let me watch Casey Jones on TV. But of course, eventually I graduated from college had to move away home and learn to do these things myself. Since then I have always especially enjoyed the times we had out on golf course. You’ve always had that desire to do well and keep improving, which I think is one trait I admire and do my best to emulate. You’ve also taught me to see the beauty in simple the things in life. I appreciate every thing you do and have done for me.
Love, Scott
when I think of grandma the strongest thing that comes to mind is her scent. the most wonderful smell I know. I remember how excited I always was when I was little and she would bring me into her bedroom and give me the tiny bottles with the wooden caps that still had a just enough of her jasmine oil left for me to enjoy. I would make that bottle last as long as I could because I never knew when I would be getting the next one. I never actually used the oil and instead just would unscrew the top and take a sniff here and there, to get a little bit of that wonderful scent......The scent of my grandma. even today I love the scent of jasmine and have started to buy little bottles of jasmine oil in my own, but I have yet to find the brand with the little wooden caps. I love you, Grandma!May this special birthday be celebrated with laughter and smiles.This summer we will all celebrate together, won't that be wonderful! Enjoy!Love, Annie
Grandma is the kindest and most loving person I know. It is hard to think of just one moment, but she has always been supportive of me, she encouraged me to jump into the deep end of the pool when I was scared, she got me into golfing. Now I see her kindness and lovingness to Finley and it makes me so happy that they get to have each other to love. I know Finley will be just as excited to visit Grandma Laven as I was growing up and still am. Love, Cam
My best memories are getting to sit on Grandmas lap when we were young. It was the most coziest spot every morning when we woke up at grandpa and grandmas house. Also, when I got to stay with them for a couple summers. She always loved to see me out on the golf course working. The best is when I was laying down trimming around the new bushes. Love Josh
Grandma is amazing. When I was little, she always knew what to say when I was sad, or what to do if I fell. As an adult, I still look to her to "make it better." If I were to look back on the past 28 years with grandma, I would have to say that while many memories come to mind, there is one in particular that sticks out. When grandma and grandpa would babysit me, I would sleep in the back bedroom at Kenmar Circle. Early in the morning, sometimes I would wake up and go into their room to sleep. I loved cuddling in between them, warm and cozy, until grandpa got up to go to work. Inevitably, I would keep sleeping, and when I woke, I loved getting out of bed and walking into the kitchen to find grandma in her robe and slippers, drinking coffee and working the crossword. She would pull me into her lap and we would work the crossword together, and then she would say "are you ready for coco wheats?" Of course I was excited, and she would take me into the family room and find some cartoons for me to watch while she prepared coco wheats for me. She would put a blanket over me and tuck me into the couch so I could "cozy up" until breakfast was ready. Even though I was only four or five, I remember that so well, and it always makes me smile to think about. Grandma, I love you more than anything, and you mean so much to me. You always know how to brighten a day, and everyone that knows you loves you. Love Jessica
I don’t really have one specific favorite memory of mom, mine are more often quick little flashbacks that I’ve always gotten, or as I've always called them, memory burst. As I get older, they seem to come to me a lot more often, which is a good thing. What happens is I will be in the middle of something like ironing a shirt, walking around a corner on a street in Nashville, laughing in a bar somewhere with my friends, when out of nowhere a scene from my past rushes into my head with such intensity for just a nano-second and before I can even grasp it to hold onto, it's gone. But for that split second I was there with all the smells and the sounds and the feelings of that very moment. I don't know what triggers it, because usually what I'm in the middle of is totally unrelated to the memory burst. I guess thinking about it most of these flashbacks involve mom, probably because I subconsciously go back to a time and place where I was happiest and content and free. One memory burst that I seem to get repeatedly is mom and me in the kitchen of our house and it's summer and I'm looking up at her smiling because she's singing along to the radio, we'll sing in the sunshine, we'll laugh every day, we'll sing in the sunshine and I'll be on my way. Why that silly little scene keeps coming back to my brain, I'll never know, I guess maybe I was just really happy and safe. Other flashbacks are usually revolving around our summers at Little McDonald with mom spraying herself and us with iodine and baby oil, laughing with mom and Aunt Polly, (who I miss dearly), playing cards at the cabin late at night. These memories may not be all that funny or important to anyone else, but to me they're a part of who I am as a person and how I relate to the people in my life and why humor is such an important part of all my relationships, both male and female. And to this I credit mom. Love you, Tab
Well, we are all supposed to write something about why we love Mom. That's not an easy thing to do. There are so many reasons. Where do I start? I know- July 4TH 1954. How can I not love someone that gave me life and has loved me more than anyone for my entire life? Through good and bad, laughter and tears, successes and failures, Mom has always been there with a smile or the sharing of a tear, or a word of wisdom, or a hug. She doesn't do this for just me. She does this for each and every one of us. Children, Grandchildren, and Great-grandchildren. Mom has enough love in her for each and everyone of us that all of us should feel special that she is part of our lives. I could go on and on, but the reason I love Mom so much, is because of the LOVE she has for us. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM !!!!! I LOVE YOU, TOM
When I think of you mom, I always think of Christmas. I know how much you have always loved decorating the tree, the pretty wrapping paper, the wonderful presents, the good food, your rosettes. The food spread out all over the table. I remember the big books of cards dad would bring home and you would pick which one you were going to send that year. I always look forward to seeing what dad buys you each year it’s always so fun. And your closet.... I always loved going through your closet …I still do. You always have such pretty clothes. But you are the best present mom I love you, Julie
Mom, when I think of my many favorite memories, one of them is how you would get up every morning and my normal breakfast of Coco-Wheats, and if I was home at lunch, you would make me peanut butter and banana sandwiches, and let me watch Casey Jones on TV. But of course, eventually I graduated from college had to move away home and learn to do these things myself. Since then I have always especially enjoyed the times we had out on golf course. You’ve always had that desire to do well and keep improving, which I think is one trait I admire and do my best to emulate. You’ve also taught me to see the beauty in simple the things in life. I appreciate every thing you do and have done for me.
Love, Scott
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Birds
Look carefully.....
I wonder why the ptarmigan need such great camouflage? Probably because they are so slow, and don't seem to have much fear.
Winter ptarmigan in Yellowknife
Fall ptarmigan at Cameron Falls
The ravens are the same all year round
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
I'M A GRANDMA
Finley Vi BERNHARDT-Peterson ( sorry Cassie) was born at 3:21 this afternoon...8lbs 8oz, dark hair
I understand she is the most beautiful baby ever born.....
And aren't they a beautiful family....
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Gim-n-i
All dressed up and nowhere to go - Oh ! Wait a minute - we did have somewhere to go. We did have a nice time - it sort of felt like prom. This morning when I was going to work there was a hint of light in the sky - at 7:00! Spring will be coming....
Just a few more weeks and I will be home again...baby in arms...I can hardly even let myself think about it......
Monday, February 05, 2007
Helloooooooooooooooooooo
I know I know...Josh and I spoke this past week, and his idea was that each of us, Annie, he and I, commit to one day a week of blog -I don't know if we have adopted a schedule yet, but I said yes, it was a go. So we will attempt to get back up and running as each of us has been lax and dropped out of sight.
The days are starting to get longer. It is interesting how noticeable it is here as that happens. I started taking my fish oil tablets, loaded with Vitamin D and am feeling a bit less tired. I didn't realize that it would make such a difference.
We have another fancy event this coming weekend - the Make A Wish Foundation dinner. I broke down this time and bought myself something to wear - including shoes, so I don't have to wear my boots and long underwear again.
And I haven't even downloaded my Christmas pictures ...some of you know that life here has been quite stressful of late. Jesse may be coming home again soon, and we are trying to assimulate that back in our lives and figure out how it is all going to work. I will keep you posted.
The days are starting to get longer. It is interesting how noticeable it is here as that happens. I started taking my fish oil tablets, loaded with Vitamin D and am feeling a bit less tired. I didn't realize that it would make such a difference.
We have another fancy event this coming weekend - the Make A Wish Foundation dinner. I broke down this time and bought myself something to wear - including shoes, so I don't have to wear my boots and long underwear again.
And I haven't even downloaded my Christmas pictures ...some of you know that life here has been quite stressful of late. Jesse may be coming home again soon, and we are trying to assimulate that back in our lives and figure out how it is all going to work. I will keep you posted.
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