Time moves on but we are always still thinking about you Dad.  I keep respecting you and appreciating you more everyday.

Love you,

Mo

It's already 2 years since you've left us!   We often talk about you and remembered the good times we've shared for so many years. The kids birthdays when we would visit Walkerton and slaughter the mbozi (goat) in preparation for the birthday party, our annual visits to the campsite where we would camp out and share OUR many stories etc. etc..So many memories you've left behind..............how can we ever forget you?  Your fond and lasting memories will always be remembered by my family.
We will continue to talk fondly about you and reflect on those everlasting memories you've left with us.


Velda and family  . 

This is a story my dad told me.

Martha and El visited Fred and Mary on Lake of the Woods in winter. El was taken out onto the lake for winter First Nations's hunting and trapping. As they came to the beaver or muskrat(?) hole in the ice, and a wet icy furry creature was lifted dripping from the hole, El was purported to have exclaimed,

"What's a monkey doing under the ice!?!"

It was one of my favourite stories as a youngster, but knowing El's sense of humour as an adult, it took on new meaning.