VISITING OLD HAUNTS

Well, this may be the shortest blog you've seen in awhile, and perhaps not as eloquent as some as I seem to be tired today for some reason.  Something about being out of practice partying and staying up too late 2 nights in a row. 
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Not quite as hot as yesterday, and with the wind re-asserting itself, it was ideal for a leisurely day visiting old haunts around McCreary.  I dressed like a real person for the second day in a row and actually styled my hair for the first time in a month and a half!  

Kim was over to return Mom’s bug spray I had left in her vehicle and stayed for coffee and a bite of breakfast with us before heading back to the city.  In the afternoon, Mom and I took a drive out to the McCreary cemetery and visited the graves of Grandma and Grandpa Curtis, Uncle Floyd and young cousin, Joshua. 

Continuing on, we drove to Grandma’s old farm.  The new owners have taken good care of it and are enjoying the property.   As we drove along the road past the farm, a doe and 2 fawns popped out of the ditch beside us.  Good thing we were going slow.   The doe took off for the bush and the fawns began to follow, but as we stopped the truck, they got curious and stopped to watch us.  While not babies anymore, they still had their spots and were very cute.   We watched them for a couple of minutes and as we began to move slowly towards them, they bounded off down the old Burrows Trail behind Grandma's place.  

We continued on the back roads past the old Chotka place we had lived at.  The house is no longer there and the yard site doesn’t look as it used to, being fairly grown over.  Heading back down the road, we took a trip out to Mt. Agassiz where there had been a ski hill when I was young.   The old lodge and lifts are gone, of course, but there is a nice big building with a wood stove and some picnic tables and cook stoves.  I actually thought it would have been an ideal place for our get-together, although Mom says the ticks are outrageous. 

Heading back to town, I wanted to get a picture of the sign at the old Cantin house.  Mom said the house used to be a roadhouse for stagecoaches.  The Cantins are remarked by the historical society because they had the largest contribution by a single family in WWII.  Three of the eleven who enlisted did not return. 

We headed back to Mom’s for supper and she had some practicing to do for a wedding she is playing for next weekend.  I thought it was a good time to pop out and have a visit with Aunt Norma and get a picture of the school and the house that I grew up in.   We had a nice, albeit quick, visit and a tour around Norma’s growing things.  Her thumb is evidently much greener than mine.  When Bronwyn asked me which of her plants I wanted to keep for her while she went to Japan, my response was “Which ones do you want to live?”

 Ok, that wasn't so short after all.  Even though it is early, it is feeling like time for sleep!