I'll never forget our last Christmas together as a family....Daddy always taught us to work hard for what you have, material things do not matter. So that Christmas, Daddy had all of us make/build/create something for each other as gifts, rather than buying them. At 1st, we thought this was a dumb idea of course. But then we began to imagine, to invision, to create. We worked so hard, paid attention to every detail. WOW we made some beautiful gifts, things that could never be replaced. And we were together, a family. As a kid, it's hard to understand the values that your parents are trying to teach you. As an adult, you realize how much these lessons have formed you as a person. And you can finally appreciate them. That Christmas will always be one of my favorite memories EVER.
George W. Baker, a reasonable man? a stable man? maybe not But, a creative man a loving man a funny man a caring man a fighter because when you fall asleep part of a family a 6 year old boy and you wake up forever............. wondering................ how anyone could leave a six year old boy when your dad goes to work and you wonder........... will he come back? ......how can you feel safe? how can you live when you died a six year old boy
I'm Pequot a Gypsy Irish too I rely on this when I'm feeling blue I'm resourceful and proud I keep on the move my writing and humour get me through A man of song from days of old a dreamer of dreams unlived untold I leave for my children this legacy may they keep each one a memory
Going to Grouse Mountain in Vancouver as a kid, going up the tram and looking down at the city. The pen he gave me when I was about 9, that had purple ink and the ink was also perfumed!! I LOVED it and wrote him letters with it until it ran out. Also, going to see him in Sumas with my dogs and us watching Turner Classic Movies for hours, while drinking coffee and eating something chocolate of course, and trying to breath in the smoke.