Posted on March 17, 2009
THE LUCKIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD
My aunt recently purchased a slide and negative scanner, so my family has been skipping down memory and returning to our roots.
This is where I came from.
My great-grandmother in Poland – rear right.
My Oma in Poland – rear row, third from the left.
My Opa in Czechoslovakia – far right.
My Opa in Yellowknife, Northwest Territories – early 1950s.
My mother in Yellowknife, Northwest Territories – early 1960s.
My aunt and mother on Easter Sunday in Yellowknife, Northwest Territories – early 1960s.
My aunt, Oma and mother in Yellowknife, Northwest Territories – early 1960s.
Family Christmas in Yellowknife, Northwest Territories – early 1960s.
Uncle Alfons, Oma and Opa on Christmas – 1960s.
My Opa in Yellowknife, Northwest Territories.
Aunt, Oma and mother – mid 1960s.
Aunt, Opa and mother – mid 1960s. My Opa was a ridiculously handsome man.
Mom, Opa and Oma – mid 1960s.
Mom, Oma and aunt on Easter Sunday – early 1960s.
My beautiful Oma – it was always important to her to look poised, refined and elegant.
My Aunt Anne in the Comox Valley – early 1970s.
My Opa, always humourous (check out the flower) in the Comox Valley – early 1970s.
My father, mother and I soon after my birth, Comox Valley – 1980.
My brother and father – mid 1980s.
My brother stole my Red Sprite.
I was a pretty proud sister (note the Billy Madison-esque expression on my face), 1984.
My Opa, brother and father in the Comox Valley – late 1980s.
My father and brother at the Comox Valley Tri-K, 1990.
My father and I in the Comox Valley – early 1980s.
I was my Opa’s special little girl.
Our relationship was truly like no other I’ve ever had or will ever have again.
Making each other laugh was our favourite thing to do together.
My baby brother and I were little cuddlebugs.
Camping on Hornby Island (check out my schweet rat tail – clearly this was in the NKOTB era).
I love my family with my whole heart. I could not ask for a single thing better.