Invasion from Wales!

Over the past year or so, I had been in contact with my cousin Ian in Wales. He’d told me that he, his wife Jacquie and four other relatives or friends would like to come to visit my family here on Vancouver Island. I was delighted, and the visit actually began when Ian and group arrived in Vancouver on September 05th. They had two days exploring in Vancouver then my son Ben and I picked them up at Nanaimo when they disembarked from a B.C. Ferry. We took them home.

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L-R: Ian, Rich, Sharon, Hayley, Jacquie and Mike.

One of the first places we took them was Cathedral Grove, located on Highway 4 on Vancouver Island. It’s a site of old growth trees and well worth the visit if you are on our island.

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One of the smaller giants at Cathedral Grove
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⁨We visited a local beauty spot at Comox Lake. Brave people even swam there. Comox Lake Campground Beach⁩, ⁨Cumberland⁩, ⁨British Columbia⁩, ⁨Canada⁩

The Comox Valley where I live , is fortunate to have many wonderful places to eat a meal.

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The Waverly Pub, Cumberland

While we were eating our meal at the Waverly, Mike a friend of my son Ben walked by. He is a first Nations man who is one of the Komox First Nation here in the valley. Mike invited our group to visit the site where they are carving new totems.

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Ian, son Ben, and Rich, with Mike astride his horse!
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Totem carving with Mike and Tommy
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Totem carving with Mike and Tommy. Mike, Hayley and Josée watch intently.
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One of Mike’s masks, adorned with some of his hair.
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Ian with one of the totems outside Komox band offices.

We visited Mt. Washington, our local ski hill, and rode the chair to the top. Mountain bikers do the same then speed downhill. We enjoyed the views.

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Mt. Washington. Posing besides Rich’s ‘stache.

Perhaps the biggest highlight for the group happened when they took a flight over the valley in a private plane owned by my new friend, Martin.

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Martin’s aircraft taking the first 3 of 8 passengers up for their flight over the glacier.

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Late addition Elliot, me, Rich and Jacquie waiting for a flight in Martin’s plane. Courtenay Airpark.
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Ian copilot on Martin’s plane.

We went many other places which I haven’t shown here. Eventually, Ben and I drove the group to Victoria and spent two nights with them and showing them a little of the city. Before they left, we had a wonderful breakfast (which Ben couldn’t make) at John’s Place on Pandora Ave. in Victoria. If you are ever in the city, I think you’d love this place for its ambience and great food.

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Waiter adds a selfie at John’s Bistro.

It was wonderful having the group visit us. My family and I thoroughly enjoyed having them here. I hope that some, if not all of them will come again one day.

June 12th…Wonderful Memories

With Cynthia’s birthday approaching on June 12th, I’m reminded of the wonderful times we shared. We first met at 11 years old, when we both arrived at the same grammar school from different junior schools. We didn’t know each other well at first, but we became good friends during that first year. When we were 16 or 17, we started socializing with the same group of friends and soon became a couple.

My thoughts often drift back to the special moments we had together. One memory that stands out is from December 19, 2016, when our dear friends Don and Lynore invited us to their home for an evening of Christmas carols. By then, Cynthia had already been diagnosed with terminal cancer, but she was determined to go. The photos from that night aren’t the sharpest, but they capture the moment perfectly.

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L-R: Mary-Jean, Tom, myself and Julius.

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L-R: Don, Margaret, Neil, Lynore, and a pensive Cynthia

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We left early as Lynore escorted us out. Cynthia smiled bravely.

This was the last picture we ever took of her; she passed away just 5 days later, on December 24th.

As I’ve mentioned before, our family chooses not to dwell on her passing. Instead, we keep a special place for her in our hearts and celebrate the incredible memories we made together. I know we will raise a glass to her on her birthday.

Here’s to you, Cynthia! You were one of the best!

Goodbye for now and God bless.

A Big Day For Oliver

Saturday May 31/2025 was a big day for my Grandson Oliver. It was the day when he graduated from Highland Senior Secondary School here in Comox, B.C. It began with a wonderful family breakfast together, prepared by Oliver’s family.

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Oliver, Uncle Ben and Dad Tim discuss important events.

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We gathered to eat. L-R: Lise, Ben Charlotte, Tim, Oliver, Andi, Jo and me.

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The Filberg Lodge in Comox provided the setting for the event. The weather looked ominous for a while, but the sun eventually prevailed.

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We waited patiently for the ceremonies to begin

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…and someone checked Oliver to make sure he was awake.

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The grads paraded in…

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…and each one received his/her graduation certificate.
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…and they all filed out.

Family pictures followed.

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Dad Tim, Oliver, Mum Andi and sister Charlotte.

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With sister Charlotte.

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With Ben and Josée

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Charlotte finds something hilarious!

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A lovely one with Grandma Jo, known to all of us as GJo.

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With proud mother Andi.

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I sneaked in there too.

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And finally with the whole supporting cast.

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Congratulations Oliver! You have always held a special place in our hearts and you will always do so.

The Octogenarian.

On Monday I joined the ranks of the octogenarians.

To quote Theodore Roosevelt, ““Old age is like everything else. To make a success of it, you’ve got to start young.”

Like everyone else, I started developing old age at a young time in my life. However, right now my mind which thinks it is still eighteen, is having a harder time dragging my body along with it.

On Monday evening, my family here in the Comox valley laid on a special treat for me. We all went for dinner and drinks at the Church Street Taphouse, the pub which is one third owned by my son Ben.

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Left, going clockwise: Jo, (Andi’s mum), my son Tim, me with the birthday hat, grandson Oliver, son Ben, Josée (Ben’s wife), Lise, (Josée’s mum) and Andi, (Tim’s wife) Below are some other magnificent pics of us.

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We had a wonderful meal and a drink supplemented by lots of laughter and good fellowship.

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Following the meal, we drove back to my home where we all shared birthday cakes, one regular cake and one an ice-cream cake.

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I opened my gifts which were super, but one which grabbed my heart was this picture of the local Comox Glacier which Ben and Josée kindly re-gifted to me from Ben’s office. It means a lot to me, for it shows the highest peak, on the right hand side of the picture. This was where my good friend Chris dispersed half of Cynthia’s ashes from his plane. (The other half is now in Wales)

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The whole evening was a beauty! I enjoyed having the clan around me. See for yourself below what a fine group they are.

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It was a marvellous day! How blessed I am to be surrounded by such a loving, caring group of people. As I leave you now, I’d like to share some profound thoughts from two people much smarter than I.

“Aging seems to be the only available way to live a long life.” Kitty O’Neill Collins

“By the time you’re 80 years old you’ve learned everything. You only have to remember it.” George Burns

The latter in particular strikes home with me. ‘Bye for now and God bless.