Kate had come to Nova Scotia for the first time, so of course we had to welcome her. Tim is Gill's son, who of course we have known since he was first born, and Kate is Tim's wife. Now while Gill watched our children grow up and married and had children, Gill waited anxiously. She also prepared for the future. Her home here was built to accommodate guests and a full basement for children to play. In addition, over the years she accumulated lots of objects for babies and children, such as rocking horses, she has three, quilts both large and small all with a children's motif, and many many toys and games she keeps in the finished basement. When my grandchildren are staying here, they always want to visit Gill to play with her stuff or to plan an excursion. It was a red letter weekend when Tim and his wife came to visit. Gill's other son David was just married one month ago, so Gill is on a roll of happiness, as are the rest of us. Our four families have watched each other's children grow up so now we feel we were somewhat responsible, being a part of their development. We call ourselves "The Other Mother's".
To welcome Tim and Kate we dined together at Mary's home on Saturday night. The event was festive and exciting for many reason's. First was the welcome. Second was the celebration of Mary and her survival. So many other things could have happened to Mary other than two broken bones in her feet that we all felt grateful. Gill still can not figure out why these two older ladies were out even close to the water, but she does know that if she had been here in Liverpool, she would have been right there with us. Gill had gone back to Toronto for work for ten days so she missed the storm. The third thing was to introduce our friends Pam and John to Tim and Kate. So our first event was the welcome dinner.
Lunch at Mary and Walt's was the second event, held on Sunday 1:30. We wined and dined in their lovely home. Gill and Kate and Tim went on down to see Carter's Beach while the rest of us went home for a nap. I intended to stay asleep for thirty minutes and instead I woke up seventy minutes later. This is the peril of wine at lunch. In the evening, two musical groups performed at the church in town and as Mary was playing the flute in one ensemble, we all attended to cheer and support. It is actually difficult to listen to a concert of brass players because our background with The Salvation Army and brass band excellence means we know a lot more of what the instrument should sound like and sometimes here, the groups fall short of the mark. We try to cheer the effort even though we cringe at the execution every now and then. We always enjoy the concert, at any lever of performance. I refuse to spend my time being only critical.
It was a lovely weekend and we hope Kate and Tim come again.
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