Monday, December 29, 2025

70 Years of Friendship

 

Marking 70 amazing years of friendship that started in Psychiatric Nursing in 1956! From study partners to lifelong companions, our journey together has been extraordinary. We've shared adventures like unforgettable European trip, supporting each other through challenges and gathering heartwarming stories. Here's to community, wellness, and the joy of growing old with love and laughter. May our bond keep flourishing! Now we get together on several ZOOM calls a year to continues with memories and supportive conversations.  




Eleanor (Buzik) McDonald, Lorraine (Bertrand/Birstein) Martin, Marion (Bronsch) Creswell, Jacqueline (Dutruit) Sumarah   


Wednesday, December 24, 2025

Memory of Christmas Past Versailles, France 1960

During our Europe Adventure, Marion and I had the opportunity to spend Christmas in  Versailles, France. We were working at the time in Switzerland. We took the night train from Lausanne, Switzerland to Paris and then on to Versailles 

 We arrived in Versailles and took a cab out  Carol Renault's home. We were welcomed by Carole's mother, Mme. Renault, brother and a bounding dog. Carole's family lived near the Castle of Versailles for twenty years. 

In the afternoon of Christmas Eve we decorated their tree. In the evening Carole's mother,   put our shoes under the tree for 'Peré Noël' to fill up at midnight. At eight in the evening we dressed up in our best for a big supper. The table was decorated with four green candles, flowers and sparkling Christmas string, as the centre piece. Before each each person had three crystal glasses, one for water, one for wine and one for the 'aperitif'. Every dish was served separately. To start the meal we drank a toast, of a special French wine, to us, 'Noël' and Canada. The first course was twelve raw oysters with lemon juice which would be the second time I ate oysters raw.  But this time they were good, as long as you don't chew them as you suck them out of the shell. We were told to just let them slide down our throats.  All through the meal we drank red wine and ate fresh French bread.


Course number two was a special sausage made of mushrooms, milk and bread crumbs, eaten with lots of melted butter. Course number three a small mushroom and chicken pie. Number four, string green beans with butter; number five we had a variety of cheeses, Swiss, French and Dutch eaten with more bread.  Marion's mother had sent her a Christmas cake, which Marion brought along. Carole's family has never seem a Canadian Christmas cake before so it was something new for them. Mme Renault served a fruit cocktail dessert with the cake. M. Renault, then brought on a bottle of champagne. 

It took well over two hours to eat supper. Marion and I thought it  would never end. We felt very full but very light hearted as we retired to the living room to relax and watched French Ballet from Paris on TV until midnight. 

Then everyone brought in their 'Cadeaux' (gifts) and put them under the tree in the respective shoes. Later on we opened the gifts.  Marion gave me two lovely make-up bags while I gave her a red  umbrella. We bought Mme Renault what we though was a table cloth but  turned out to be a pillow case. We ever rather embarrassed about it. So that was our Christmas Eve. When we heard Christmas corals on TV, we immediately thought of home.




                       Excepts Autobiography "Notes and Clippings" 

Monday, December 15, 2025

Winter Morning Coffee Conversations

Every morning we have an ambience with a fireplace crackling on the television screen, and the rain hitting the window. 
 


Conversation drifts to so many topics. 

Sending the same Christmas card to the same friend for 60 years is a quiet epic. The card becomes a witness. Ink ages, handwriting tilts, addresses change, but the friendship keeps showing up once a year like clockwork. It invites questions about loyalty, habit, and how tradition can be its own love language 

Childhood farm memories of horse-drawn wagons, sleighs, and cutters belong to a world that moved at the speed of breath and bells. Snow muffled sound. Harness leather creaked. And then the mystery of stolen harnesses, the giveaway trail left behind, 

Charles Dickens: A Life Larger Than His Novels  Dickens in the 1800s lived with one foot in hardship and the other in fame. Ten children filled his house with noise, needs, and contradictions. He campaigned for social reform while managing a household that sometimes strained under its own weight. His stories feel crowded because his life was crowded.

Baking brownies or chocolate chip treats is part science, and part comfort ritual. Melting chocolate chips slowly keeps them smooth and glossy. A bowl set over gently simmering water with frequent stirring turns solid patience into liquid reward. Then spread on brownies. The smell alone can reset a whole morning. 

Blessings for a Healthy and Happy Holiday Season