On Monday I went to breakfast with Barb and Gwen which was fun as usual. I told Barb the story about my Grandparent's china and was surprised that she remembered more than my Uncle Chuck did. Barb had grown up in Marine City where my Grandma Bell grew up so she knew of their family. It was nice to get another perspective. And I could seriously listen to Gwen talk All Day Long.
Afterwards I went back to Tanya's and packed up and then waited out a flash rainstorm (typical Michigan) before leaving for a late lunch with Katie and Maura. We talked all about Maura going to college in the Fall - Lake Superior State! Following in her big sister's footsteps and heading North to the U.P. Then we all went over to visit my Dad. I brought my laptop to show him pictures from Maura's graduation on Saturday. If you have a Mac you know that iphoto organizes your pictures with big thumbnails. As I would scroll through the thumbnails to show my Dad something I thought he would like he would see something that caught his interest...some things I didn't even realize were there but he didn't miss a beat. Some of his favorites:
the Crow's Nest, that's Maura a few years ago
where is the cottage on stilts? sadly, it's gone
the Harsen's Island ferries way in the background
ummm, Jillian Michaels, which Katie got a big kick out of
and then my Dad started denying that one caught his eye
hilarious, still a dude, and with good taste
and how it relates to the lake next to our house
I think he was throughly impressed that I managed to get a house near
one of the only lakes in Denver - always a Flats Rat
Bernie on a boat on Torch Lake
the Mecca - Batchelder Rd.
if you are within 50 miles, you MUST visit
Belaire, Michigan where my Dad's family had a farm
hence Batchelder Road
hence Batchelder Road
the Old Mission lighthouse
on the 45th parallel
He saw some things that he thought looked familiar, like Paris
but when I told them what they were, he was all, "no" with a movement of the hand
that said, move on to something that I know and care about
This was one of the best days I've had with my Dad since his stroke. Looking at old pictures with him and the girls was a good trip down memory lane. It felt almost like nothing had ever changed. He was so interested to look at all the pictures. It reminded me that he realizes more than I sometimes give him credit for, he picked out pictures from a small 1" square on the computer without his glasses that meant something to HIM. He knew the people and the places but not the names and he loved looking at the St. Clair Flats of course. I have been planning a photo book for him for awhile now, and this really showed me how much he would enjoy it. I got great shots of most of his friends and family this weekend and I can't wait to put his book together.
If you are in the neighborhood, or even if you aren't, please stop buy and say hi to Dave. This time of year is a great time to take a stroll out to the gardens to soak up some sun. 15-30 minutes, we all have that to spare. If everyone visited for just 15 minutes once a month, he would be sick of us in no time.
I'm hoping to come back in July.