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It has been twenty plus years, and I still can't quite believe that I have come down exactly where I was meant to be. (nod to an old hymn). This morning after a pleasant breakfast with M'Lady it was time to feed the geese, the fish and the pepper plants. Along the way I checked out the squash, cucumbers, radishes, winged beans and some of the flowers and fencing. When I came in, I was a happy man.

It has been twenty plus years, and I still can't quite believe that I have come down exactly where I was meant to be. (nod to an old hymn). This morning after a pleasant breakfast with M'Lady it was time to feed the geese, the fish and the pepper plants. Along the way I checked out the squash, cucumbers, radishes, winged beans and some of the flowers and fencing. When I came in, I was a happy man. In The Garden Time for a little history I was a troubled young man that caused my mother and grandmother a lot of grief. On her death bed my grandmother told my mother that she could rest easy if only she knew that I would be okay. She didn't love me more than her other grandchildren, but she worried (with good reason) more about me. She was so concerned that after her death she stuck around to keep an eye on me and give me and mine some gentle nudges when needed, I can hear the guffaws from here so here's one story and one haunting. My daughter was conceived and for the first three years of her life raised on, Ivory Island Light Station. We were situated in the Inside Passage just up about ten miles from Bella Bella, tucked into a corner of Milbanke Sound. (look it up) After she started walking, she had her fun playing with the Ravens, making the acquaintance of a wolf, picking wild berries and waving at the boats as they went by. She also (or so we believed for a while) created an imaginary friend to play with. She had a stick that she used as a broom and would go around talking to her 'friend' and cleaning our house. Though most of time she spent cleaning her own room and talking with her friend. I found this curious. Neither Elly (first wife) nor myself were really cleaning or dusting types. But Chrystal just loved it. One day I asked her the name of her friend. She told me it was her great grandmother. This gave me serious pause. My grandmother was a serious cleaning fanatic. So, I filed it in the 'I wonder' basket. Later that year when we went on leave, we stayed with my mother. Pretty near as soon as we were in the living room Chrystal toddled over to the television pointed at a framed picture and declared that that was her great grandmother. It was, and she had never seen a picture of her before. A few years later I asked her if she still played with her great grandmother. She got sad and said no, that she had gone away. Years later when M'Lady and I returned to the Philippines to live I once again saw my grandmother. I know it was her because she was wearing the same dress she wore when I took her for a drive in my Fiat 124. I believe that she just needed to check up one more time to make sure things were okay. RIP grandmother, everything is just fine. You and the rest of my ancestors did yourselves proud. Grandmother The Lady Herself Outlier
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I was a troubled young man that caused my mother and grandmother a lot of grief. On her death bed my grandmother told my mother that she could rest easy if only she knew that I would be okay. She didn't love me more than her other grandchildren, but she worried (with good reason) more about me.

She was so concerned that after her death she stuck around to keep an eye on me and give me and mine some gentle nudges when needed, 

I can hear the guffaws from here so here's one story and one haunting. 

My daughter was conceived and for the first three years of her life raised on, Ivory Island Light Station. We were situated in the Inside Passage just up about ten miles from Bella Bella, tucked into a corner of Milbanke Sound. (look it up) 

After she started walking, she had her fun playing with the Ravens, making the acquaintance of a wolf, picking wild berries and waving at the boats as they went by. 

She also (or so we believed for a while) created an imaginary friend to play with. She had a stick that she used as a broom and would go around talking to her 'friend' and cleaning our house. Though most of time she spent cleaning her own room and talking with her friend.

I found this curious. Neither Elly (first wife) nor myself were really cleaning or dusting types. But Chrystal just loved it. One day I asked her the name of her friend. She told me it was her great grandmother. This gave me serious pause. My grandmother was a serious cleaning fanatic. So, I filed it in the 'I wonder' basket.  

Later that year when we went on leave, we stayed with my mother. Pretty near as soon as we were in the living room Chrystal toddled over to the television pointed at a framed picture and declared that that was her great grandmother. It was, and she had never seen a picture of her before.  

A few years later I asked her if she still played with her great grandmother. She got sad and said no, that she had gone away. 

Years later when M'Lady and I returned to the Philippines to live I once again saw my grandmother. I know it was her because she was wearing the same dress she wore when I took her for a drive in my Fiat 124. I believe that she just needed to check up one more time to make sure things were okay. RIP grandmother, everything is just fine. You and the rest of my ancestors did yourselves proud.  

It has been twenty plus years, and I still can't quite believe that I have come down exactly where I was meant to be. (nod to an old hymn). This morning after a pleasant breakfast with M'Lady it was time to feed the geese, the fish and the pepper plants. Along the way I checked out the squash, cucumbers, radishes, winged beans and some of the flowers and fencing. When I came in, I was a happy man. In The Garden Time for a little history I was a troubled young man that caused my mother and grandmother a lot of grief. On her death bed my grandmother told my mother that she could rest easy if only she knew that I would be okay. She didn't love me more than her other grandchildren, but she worried (with good reason) more about me. She was so concerned that after her death she stuck around to keep an eye on me and give me and mine some gentle nudges when needed, I can hear the guffaws from here so here's one story and one haunting. My daughter was conceived and for the first three years of her life raised on, Ivory Island Light Station. We were situated in the Inside Passage just up about ten miles from Bella Bella, tucked into a corner of Milbanke Sound. (look it up) After she started walking, she had her fun playing with the Ravens, making the acquaintance of a wolf, picking wild berries and waving at the boats as they went by. She also (or so we believed for a while) created an imaginary friend to play with. She had a stick that she used as a broom and would go around talking to her 'friend' and cleaning our house. Though most of time she spent cleaning her own room and talking with her friend. I found this curious. Neither Elly (first wife) nor myself were really cleaning or dusting types. But Chrystal just loved it. One day I asked her the name of her friend. She told me it was her great grandmother. This gave me serious pause. My grandmother was a serious cleaning fanatic. So, I filed it in the 'I wonder' basket. Later that year when we went on leave, we stayed with my mother. Pretty near as soon as we were in the living room Chrystal toddled over to the television pointed at a framed picture and declared that that was her great grandmother. It was, and she had never seen a picture of her before. A few years later I asked her if she still played with her great grandmother. She got sad and said no, that she had gone away. Years later when M'Lady and I returned to the Philippines to live I once again saw my grandmother. I know it was her because she was wearing the same dress she wore when I took her for a drive in my Fiat 124. I believe that she just needed to check up one more time to make sure things were okay. RIP grandmother, everything is just fine. You and the rest of my ancestors did yourselves proud. Grandmother The Lady Herself Outlier
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