My father never took vacations,
he took the money. Our Sunday drives
were the closest we got to a vacation my whole childhood. Some weekends we went all the way to Niagara
Falls and had picnics at the beach below the falls. We also went to Lake Erie and we would visit
the forts there (I can’t remember the names, I think one was Fort George and
the other was Fort William). We enjoyed
these historical trips and of course anything to do with water sent us to
heaven.
When we moved to Calgary and I
was working one day Dad took Peter and I on a drive. I was on a week’s vacation and naturally
enough not going anywhere so Dad said “this is your vacation”. We took a drive out of town through places
that are now well known to me, Okotoks Big Rock and through the valley to what
was once the Prince of Wales Ranch (that would be Edward VIII in his young
days) which years later is the neighbour to my sister’s land! We ate our lunch there and then drove on
talking about the Lost Lemon Mine among other things. It was a really cool day for us, spending it
with our Dad. I was maybe 25 and Peter
would have been 16 or 17. But we were
still “kids” when it came to our Dad and getting that attention.
It’s one of those days that I just never will
forget. P.S. This picture was from that day, near Big Rock.
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