When my mom and her mother "fled from the Russians" in early 1945, they ended up far to the west, near Munster, Germany, as refugees, not a good group to be in. Almost immediately, my mother, then 12, befriended Marianne, and the two have been best friends ever since. It's interesting to experience this kind of friendship. They're like sisters.
Marianne and her husband, Hermann, a carpenter (and soccer fanatic) arrived in Canada in 1954 but they eventually moved to the City of Orange, not far from the Bauer home (we had moved to Orange in 1961). Eventually, Hermann and Marianne moved back to B.C., while my folks moved out to Trabuco Canyon in the Santa Ana Mountains.
My folks never seemed able to make the trip up north to H&M's place, first on Vancouver Island, then just south of Vancouver.
So, finally, this summer I brought that about. These people are getting pretty old. It's now or never, I figure.
Kathie came along. We're quite the quartet. |
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Wonderful pixs. Thanks Roy.
Roy: You are the best son EVER.
“If you have one parent who loves you, even if they can't buy you clothes, they're so poor and they make all kinds of mistakes and maybe sometimes they even give you awful advice, but never for one moment do you doubt their love for you--if you have this, you have incredibly good fortune.
If you have two parents who love you? You have won life's Lotto."
― Augusten Burroughs
Looks great roy. A setup you agree with. Why not move there already? You'll never have to worry about trying to change things. No more frustrations, you could lead a happy life there! Finally!
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