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Summer stock Sunday - 31

My vintage look at summer for Summer Stock Sunday, hosted by Robin at Around the Island.

Well - it finally dawned. The day my sister has been waiting for. The day she became a bride.

Today she joined a long line of women who were also brides. Here are the most recent links in this chain of descendents.




Emilie Meuse

who became a bride on July 21, 1909,

when she married Eugene Meuse.












Her daughter, Juliette Meuse

who became a bride on August 23, 1938

when she married Charles Doucet.












Her daughter, Paulette Doucet

who became a bride on July 7, 1962

when she married Norman Phillips.












Her daughter, Michelle Phillips

who became a bride on Sept. 11, 2010

when she married Newt Killen.

Summer Stock Sunday - 18

Time for more Summer Stock Sunday!

This year I'm taking a trip back in time - let's go!














This picture was taken in 1939, overlooking Niagara Falls, Ontario.

My husband's Grandma Smith holds her son, David (my late father-in-law) while her older daughter Pat checks out the railing beside her auntie.

Don't you love their 30's dresses and hair? And the serious look on his little face?

For more glimpses of summertime, join Robin at Around the Island.

Apprentice Writer says I think we have a photo at that exact same spot! What am I saying - hundreds of thousands of families have a photo at that exact spot.

Akelamalu says Aw bless him look at his little face. :)

Alice Audrey says Even the baby has the serious look. It really is a great representation of the 30's, right down to the short skirts on little girls but not on women.

Poetry Train Monday - 120 - Having Your Cake and Eating It Too

Next weekend I'll be participating in my first-ever Run for the Cure, a fund-raising event for breast cancer. This is a personal milestone for me, as my chronic knee pain from an injury prevented me from joining my corporate team last year.

But now - with my incredibly successful acupuncture treatment from Vivian Yuan - my knee can carry me through the event.

Donations are gratefully accepted. You can click onto my personal sponsor page at the top of my sidebar.

I'm actually walking, not running, with a 12-member team from work, plus my sister, who also used to work at the same office as me.

My sister and I have a personal reason to take part. Our one remaining grandparent is a decades-long breast cancer survivor - Viola Phillips.

And my found poem today is taken from a memoir she wrote up a few years ago. This picture was taken at Easter this year by my aunt. Grandma is shown here at left with her friend of many decades, Sarah Terrio.



















Having Your Cake and Eating It Too


From there on we moved to Grayling
In the North Country
Within a year I was employed
By a family-owned excavating business

There I became
The Controller/Bookkeeper
Doing everything from Tax reports to W-2's

There were six owners in this business
They confided in me
As if I were their mother
Of course
I was older than all of them

I also took care of
The mother's finances
They were wonderful people to work for
It lasted for more than seven years

When I had surgery
A complete Mastectomy
I went back to work
But with the intentions of leaving
As soon as I could train another girl, which I did
I must have done a good job
Because
She stayed there a long time!

After all those working years
My husband Gabe and I
Were living on the beautiful Manistee River
In a cute little cottage style house
For over 25 years

We loved it there very much
The beautiful trees
The river
The wild animals
The picturesque snowfalls on the trees

This was like having your cake and eating it too

- Viola Phillips, August 2005

For more poetry, Ride the Poetry train!

Linda Jacobs says The simple words are powerful!

Shelley Munro says Good luck with your walk, Julia. I'm so glad your knee has improved so much.

Sarah Crowther says This poem really has flow and emotion.

Thursday Thirteen - 29 - 13 Ways to Celebrate My Grandmother's 93rd Birthday

On November 1, 1914 a baby girl was born to Eugene and Emilie Meuse in Amirault's Hill, Yarmouth County, Nova Scotia. And today, 93 years later, a great-grandmother celebrates her birthday in Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia. Join me in taking a stroll through smiles and memories as I introduce you to my grandmother, Juliette Doucet.





















1 - This photo was taken in Amirault's Hill in 1919. My great-grandfather was a photographer and took wonderful photos of my grandmother's growing up years. Juliette was the fourth child of ten. In this picture, baby Olivette is the youngest, but there would be four siblings to follow.

From left to right: Isabelle, Adelta, my great-grandfather Eugene, Danny, my great-grandmother Emilie, baby Olivette (my gram's best sister/friend!), the eldest Angeline and at far right, my gram Juliette. She was 4 years old in this picture.


Yarmouth was a busy harbor town when Juliette was a girl. It was full of big, stately sea captain's homes, many of which are still in perfect shape today. The horse statue in the third photo is at Milton Corner, which today is still a busy intersection and still has the horse in its center.















2 - This picture was taken in the mid-1920's at school. Gram is from a French Catholic family, and a very musical family. In her mid-teens her father was asked by the priest if Juliette could go and live at a neighboring parish to be the church organist. This was quite an honor, and Juliette was eager to play for the church. It wasn't too far from home, but far enough, in those days.







So she left home at age 14 to live in the priest's house along with the priest's housekeeper, Delia. She played for several masses per day at times, depending on the church calendar. She went with the priest on a circuit of four area churches and she played at all of them. In later life, Juliette took her old friend the housekeeper in to live with her and Grandpa when Delia was an elderly lady.













3 - My grandma is a fantastic cook. When she got a bit older, she had the opportunity to take a position as a cook in a private Halifax home. She was given permission to do so by her father because her older brother Danny lived in Halifax as a jeweller and watchmaker. And let's face it - my great-grandfather was a bit of an adventurer. More on him in a future TT! He likely couldn't bring himself to stop a daughter who wanted to see new things and do new things like he did.





Juliette worked for the Craig family, going over menus with the lady of the house, giving the grocery order to one of the other staff, and having all the dishes, pots and pans taken care of by yet another member of the staff. In the old days, once a family's cook was known as Mary, for example, then every cook after them was also called Mary. Gram could never understand why the Craig's always referred to her as Mary until I told her about the domestic servant research I'd done for my WIP.

She laughed so hard at that. One time she'd made a dessert with raisins which the Craig's referred to as 'plums', and apparently Old Man Craig wished there had been more raisins. "Mary, where's the plums?" he'd asked. Now Gram and I say that as a joke between us, if we wish there was more of something yummy.


Gram is known far and wide for her absolutely divine homemade bread. When I'd come for a visit when I lived in Toronto, I'd always take some home on the plane with me. Recently one of my mom's cousin's from Cape Breton dropped by while he was in Halifax, and when he knocked on the door, he said, "Is this where I can get some good bread?"


She also made to-die-for baked beans. They took two days to be just right. She showed me how to do it - that's right! I've got the secret!









Her chicken and dumplings are melt-in-your-mouth-y. Mmm. This is making me hungry.








My dad - her son-in-law - used to almost have stars in his eyes whenever he'd hear Gram was fixing spaghetti and meatballs for a visit. A guy loves his mother's cooking, that's true, but when your mother-in-law's spaghetti-and-meatballs are the best in the whole wide world, you don't question it. You just dig in.






Then a funny thing happened on the way to a birthday party in Halifax. Juliette met a young man from whom she absolutely couldn't take her eyes off. She remembers standing in the doorway with him gazing up at the moon. He offered to walk her back to the university students' residence where she was a cook. She held out her hand and off they went.






4 - The young man's name was Charles Doucet. He worked in the laundry of the Halifax Infirmary. Once he'd brought her home, he asked if she would meet him the next day at the Public Gardens.






The next day he took her canoeing over at the Dingle Park.
















5 - On August 17, 1938 Juliette Meuse married Charles Doucet at her home parish in Amirault's Hill. They had photographs taken at Ellenwood Park.














They returned to live in Halifax, where the first two of their eventual five children were born.








6 - Charles also had an interest in photography, and when he had an opportunity to move to Sydney, Cape Breton to run Meyer's Portrait Studio he moved his young family there. They had three more children.

Here is the family in the mid-1950's:
clockwise from upper left corner - Paulette (my mom), Sheila, Warren (he and I share the same birthday), Charlie, Juliette, Louie and Charlie Sr.






This was a big family reunion held for Grandma's and Grandpa's 45th wedding anniversary, at my Uncle Charlie's home. Two families travelled from Michigan to attend (Uncle Warren's and Uncle Louie's.) Grandma and Grandpa are in the center.


From left to right, back row:
Charlie III, Uncle Charlie, Auntie Noel, Mom, Dad, Uncle Frank, Aunt Sheila, Aunt Louise, Uncle Warren, Baby Lacey, Aunt Kathie and Uncle Louie
Left to right, front row:
Julianne, my sister Michelle, me, Warren Jr., Marc, Stella and Jon



7 - When Mom was growing up, Christmas was a one-week affair. And the actual Christmas tree didn't show up until the wondrous moment of Christmas morning. The kids went to bed on Christmas Eve - no tree. They woke up Christmas morning to a magical tree in the front room with presents from Santa. When Mom got older and had her own family, she marvelled at how her parents had been able to pull that off.








The kids didn't go to bed until 9pm or so. It's not like they had all evening. More like an all-nighter! Not only that, but Grandpa used to dress up as Santa, go in the backyard and ring bells and say, "Ho! Ho! Ho!" And the kids would get up and peek out the window and get all goosebumpy that Santa was there. And then somehow get to sleep.

Well, when Brad and I first moved back to Nova Scotia to live with Gram in her house in Yarmouth for two years (before we all moved in together, Mom too, in our Walton's house in Cole Harbour) I was thrilled to decorate a huge tree in Gram's front room. After years of apartment-sized tabletop trees, I was in Christmas tree heaven. I had music on and was in a delirium of joy.

Gram brought me chocolates on a little silver tray, and told me that when she and Grandpa used to put up the tree when the children were in bed, "we used to make a party of it. We took some brandy." Gram would make a meat pie while Grandpa would wrestle the tree into place and fetch all the handmade toys from all their hiding places throughout the house. Then they'd decorate the tree, snag a few hours of sleep and then the children were heading down the stairs to find everything transformed. They'd head to mass and then return to eat the meat pie and other delicacies Gram had made.

The picture above was taken with a timer on one of those Christmas Eves as they made magic for their children and 'made a party of it' with each other.



8 - Here's a great picture of Gram and Grandpa having a grand old time at one of the many house parties to which they used to go. Grandpa got an opportunity to run a portrait studio in Michigan and Gram encouraged him to take it. So in the late 50's they moved their family from Sydney, Cape Breton to Royal Oak, Michigan. My Uncle Charlie stayed behind in Nova Scotia because he already had a job at the TV studio in Sydney.


This is Uncle Charlie on guitar, Mom singing and Gram of course on the piano at a house party in Yarmouth in 1992. If you didn't know where Gram was, you could look for her in two places: in the kitchen or at the piano.





This is my dad's father, Gabe. My dad's parents and my mom's parents became good friends through these house parties, especially since Gabe played fiddle and Juliette played piano. The two of them got the party started wherever they went. They were a duo for twenty years. Charles and Juliette moved back to Nova Scotia in the mid-70's, but the two couples kept in touch because by then they were both grandparents to me and my sister.







This was taken at my wedding reception, nine months after Grandpa had passed away. It was the first time Gabe had seen Juliette since Charles had died, and he's getting a bit choked up in this picture.












Last May, Gram had a special mini party arranged for her at the house so she could play to a real live fiddler. Uncle Charlie asked two amazing local musicians to come over for a late morning ceilidh (musical party.) It was AWESOME.






9 - In 1966 Juliette went on a once-in-a-lifetime vacation to Mexico with her husband and his boss's family. They had this commemorative album made up, embossed and the whole deal. Must have been partly a gift because Gram and Grandpa weren't really embossed album types!


All the pictures are 8'x 10' color photographs. I love looking through it.















Grandpa and Grandma are standing at the bottom of the stairs on the tarmac. No accordian ramps then. I think his boss was the photographer (the owner of the portrait studio.)













This is Gram standing on the balcony of their hotel room with Mrs. Toren and her daughter.

















Look at the size of that thing...

And check out those sunglasses on Gram!









I wonder if they have these kind of sunscreens any more? I love it!










10 - This was their 50th wedding anniversary, celebrated in Yarmouth where they'd come full circle. I was newly relocated to Toronto and couldn't attend the party. They were busy kissing, anyway...





























And dancing...



















See - you can't keep her away from that keyboard. I believe the fiddler is Art LeBlanc, her musical partner once she moved from Michigan and needed a replacement for Gabe. In the background are her son Charlie and Gram's brother Benny on guitar. Cue the foot-stompin' jigs and reels.





11 - This was taken at my wedding in July 1992. Three generations, and now we all live together. The girl in the picture is my now-20-year-old niece, Emily. She doesn't live with us, but I'm sure we could find room.


Here's our cute house.


It's surprisingly big. Brad and I use the door at the back as our main entrance. We live on the lower level. Mom and Gram are on the main floor.


Grandma, Mom, me and Brad. And don't forget Xena!





12 - As Gram's hearing got worse, she suddenly began drawing when she couldn't hear herself play the piano anymore. Obviously she needs a creative outlet, because she's not cooking much anymore, either. Mom sometimes sets everything up for her so Gram can make cookies. It's a team effort, though. So Gram spontaneously started drawing and now she covers every scrap of paper she can get ahold of with these.


I love the little washing out on the line!










13 - Happy Birthday, Gram! I'm so glad to be sharing these years with you.