Pocketful of Memory Cards

Over the past couple of months I've been working my way through a few hundred slides my father gave me before he moved out of the old homestead. I don't have a projector but I do have a handy dandy cheapo viewer I picked up from Lens and Shutter for less than $5.  I also have a slide scanner, a little portable one you can hook into any computer.  I doesn't do a very good job, so I selected a few slides to share with you on father's day and had London Drugs convert them into jpegs.  They had the best price at 99 cents each, and 60 cents if you had 100 or more.  Something to think about, but I also have 2,000 slides from Reg - birds, bees, insects and trees taken in Venezuela in the 60's and 70's.  I'm going to have to find another option I think.  In the meantime, enjoy these oldies but goodies, and a few more recent goodies. JULY 1962 JULY 2014  I'm guessing early 70's JULY 1970 JULY 2008  1963 ...

On this Father's Day I wanted to recognize all the Dads in the Wood-Young family.  They are the kindest, most caring, generous, honourable, smart, funny men that I know and I love them all. On behalf of their wives, children and grandchildren, I extend a heartfelt thank you! Cyril and Sandra Wood on Cavendish Beach PEI Reg Young in Sidney, B.C.  Bob Young with Caroni and Adam Peter Young with son Andrew Bradley and Shane Poole, Paul Lake B.C. Mike and Nicole Young, Paris France Mike and Adam Young, Drumheller Alberta

This photo is almost exactly three years old, taken during a family photo shoot on my Mother's 70th Birthday. The story below was written by my sister Stephanie as part of a collection we made for my Dad's 60th birthday.  I felt it captured my Dad quite well and thought I'd share it with you. My earliest vivid memories, as a child, are times that I spent with my father.  He would be working afternoons, or nights, and as I had not yet started school, my mother would pop me into bed with him before she took Suzan to school and went to work.  He would wake up momentarily, just long enough to hug me close and I would fall back to sleep, protected in his arms (translation:  He had me in a head lock).  I would later wake and wait patiently until it was time to get up and start the day. We would do a variety of different things on these days, but it always started with:  “Come on, we’re going for coffee.”  So off we’d go for coffee and a talk wit...