It’s My Move – Part 4 – The Final Day

Today is the last day in my old house.  We have lived here for twenty years and we are moving to Ottawa to be closer to family.

About a year ago we started downsizing.  We organized closets and found things to donate to charity.  But it was different!

A month ago we found a house we liked in Ottawa and the race was on.  We have gone through the entire three-bedroom house and have probably got rid of two-thirds of the contents.  We have been busy from early morning until late at night.  We didn’t take a day off, but we did take several mini-breaks a day.

Not even once did we become angry with each other and we worked like a well-trained team.  It was exciting! 

Our daughters (4 of them) are all thrilled for us.  Their children are looking forward to having Grandma and Grandpa living closer to them.

Yesterday I said good-bye to my dear friend, Roz.  She was my teaching partner (we both taught grade 4) and was always there for me.  She gave me good advice and several times was able to talk me through a tense situation.  I hope I was able to do the same for her. 

We went through the marriages of all of our daughters and the births of our grandchildren.  She is kind, funny, and down to earth.  I’ll miss her but I know she plans on visiting me soon.  Still, there were a few tears as we parted.

Today I said good-bye to my wonderful friend, Eleanor.  I taught with her husband and she taught at a school nearby.  We were art partners, taking watercolour classes together, and critiquing each other’s work.  We both managed to produce a few items that we framed and put on our walls. 

Every fall, we spent our Saturdays going to Church Bazaars.  We would enter raffles and buy used books and hand-sewn items.  She once found me the perfect little Christmas tree for just $3.00, including decorations and lights!  I once sold her sewing machine for $3.00 at a garage sale!  You don’t quickly forget moments like those.

We were tea drinking buddies.  We discussed everything from what was in the news, grandchildren, school happenings, husbands,  fashion, art, and especially books we’d read. 

Eleanor was born on a farm in Saskatchewan and her children are way out in Alberta.  Her husband is a computer nerd geek person like mine and we used to have Christmas and Thanksgiving dinners together. To say I’ll miss her would be an understatement.  I hope she comes to visit soon.  A few more tears were shed today when she left.

We are winding down.  The books are packed, the food in the freezer has been eaten, the shelves are bare, the bathrooms have been cleaned, the floors polished, the carpets vacuumed, the walls and ceilings dusted (really!), and we are finding we have already packed things we still need.  LOL.

So it is down to a few hours.  The movers are coming in the morning and we will drive to Ottawa tomorrow afternoon.  Our new adventure is just beginning as an old one comes to a close.


For These People I Am Thankful

The second Monday in October is Thanksgiving in Canada.  We pause for a moment to think about the things we are thankful for. 

I love this holiday because it is so uncommercialized.  It’s not about toys, or gifts, or cards.  It’s a time to express our gratitude for all that we have. 

In our family we say grace before meals and then each person at the table says what they are thankful for over the past year.  If you are the 17th person it’s a little difficult to not repeat what everyone else has already said.  

This year I have been thinking about the people who are and have been so important in my life.

  • My parents.  They brought eleven children into the world, took good care of us, educated us, and loved us. 
  • My 10 brothers and sisters.   No matter what was happening, no matter how bad we felt, there was always at least one ally to support us. 
  • Kathleen MacDonald, my grade eight teacher.  Her dedication to her job and her care for the girls in her classes inspired me.  It was then at age 13 that I decided to become a teacher, a job I held for 45 years.
  • My uncle Alex.  He never married.  I think he felt sometimes that he needed to help Mom and Dad to bring us up.  He never criticized my parents, or any of their decisions, but with an amazing sense of humor managed to support both them and me.
  • My childhood friend, Betty Ann.  She was funny and like a sister to me.  When I heard she had died a few years ago, my heart broke.
  • My in-laws.  A wonderful family.  Like my own sisters and brothers.  My mother-in-law is 90 years old and is greatly loved.
  • My husband.  ♥  He is the love of my life and we have been married for 45 years.  (I was just a baby!) 
  • Our four daughters. On my wedding day I said to one of the guests, “Mrs.  Warren, I hope I have four daughters just like you.”  I guess wedding day wishes really do come true.
  • Our four sons-in-law. They are true partners to our girls.  They love their children and treat us like royalty.
  • Our eight grandchildren. They are smart and beautiful.  They are kind and generous.
  • My very dear friends here in Oshawa.  I love you and appreciate you.

Happy Thanksgiving!!!