Amber, The Happy Camper

A recent camping trip made me revisit a memory which occurred in the year 1983.

We had gone to Waskesui Lake for the annual family camping trip.  We acquired a campsite right next to the washroom facilities for a possible Amber bathroom emergency.  Amber, at the age of 3, was fully toilet trained but my Motherly-angst kicked in.

Picture it!  A beautiful summer day.  Sunny skies.  A light breeze.  Birds singing.  Rod visits the royal throne.  Magazine in hand, he embarks on a solitary journey.  A minute or so goes by and Amber gets impatient.  She knew where he was and decides to embark on that same path.  Keep in mind, the path was only about 75 feet away.  She was in my line of sight all the time.  I watched her as she stood outside the men’s side of the washroom facilities.

Now picture this!  A washroom facility made out of wood and metal compartments.  Windows wide open to let the ominous odors out and the fresh air in.  Rod was enjoying his peace and quiet when out of nowhere, a squeaky voice comes through echoing into every nook and cranny of that washroom.  “Daddy!  Are you in there?  Are you taking a poop?”

Apparently, another occupant was in the facility and all Rod had to do was to remain quiet hoping this squeaky voice was directed to the other individual.  Now every parent out there knows their child’s distinct voice.  Like a group of penguins, you know the call of your mate.  It is unique and it belongs to them.  But Rod is stubborn and remains silent.  Maybe Amber will tire and move on.  But she kept it up.  “Daddy!  Are you in there?  Are you taking a poop?”

Relief, as the other individual left and Rod was able to respond.  By advising little Amber that yes indeed he was in the bathroom, he allowed her to satisfy her curiosity and yes indeed…move on.

 

 

 

 

Children and their Parents

The quiet moments and enthusiasm between parent and child are shown in the set of six photos.

The excitement at sporting events such as the Rider Green and White Day, LA Dodgers and San Francisco Giants.

The quiet moments at the Japanese Tea Garden and Tijuana.

A child spinning an umbrella beside her mother at a Jazz Festival.

I can’t think of anything more special then a bond between parent and child.

My Canadian Family

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Five months after my birth  I arrived on Canadian soil.  My mother tells me that I slept through the whole trip from Hong Kong to Humboldt.  Growing up in a Chinese restaurant, I had my afternoon naps in the midst and commotion of dishes, cutlery and loud voices placing food orders.  When I say I can sleep through a tornado, you know why.

Shortly after our arrival into Canada, tuberculosis struck my Mother.   She was sent away to a Sanatorium for treatment for a lengthy period of time.  Because my father remained in Hong Kong, my sister and I were placed in the caring hands of a wonderful family, the Schreiners.

In this picture, I would be just over a year old and the scowl you see on my face is the same one I wear every day.  I’m not angry about anything, I just find myself constantly analyzing everything around me.  So…it is an analytical face.

From left to right, my sister Lyn, my analytical face, Linda, Alan (a.k.a. Buzz) and Bob.  These siblings and their parents represents my loving Canadian Family.  This was the family that made all my childhood memories special and I thank them with all my heart.