A blog to connect a family spread across three continents and three generations....in honour of our dear Kate and Jim - not lost but gone before
Thursday, 29 November 2007
Wednesday, 28 November 2007
The Shortest Year
Has it really been year since Pop Jim left us?
A lot of water has gone under the bridge of life since, but it still seems strange not to be able to hear his voice on the phone or visit him at the farm on visits home.
The farm seemed SO empty when I last visited that this was really when it stuck that things would not be the same again ..... No more sleep overs in Nans room listening to the mill...No more "he´s up in the shack"....No more hearing the organ blazing as you open the garage doors.... and certainly no more emptying of car boots full to the brim of fresh salmon, on return from another sucessful fishing trip, with Pop overviewing the whole scene smoking on that Bloody pipe !!
Life is good, but with him around it was always better.
Still missing you
Love Jamie, Clare and Max.
Here's to you Pop
It's been a year which I wish you could have been here for but I know you were keeping close watch. Miss you
This is the first post from the University of Western Ontario, it's not too late for new joiners is it? haha I'm only a year late! All's good here, working hard, playing hard - shifting more towards the work now because my exams start in less then 2 weeks... but on the bright side I'm on Christmas break in less than a month! Hope all is well with family near and far, my thoughts are with you especially today.
Pip
This is the first post from the University of Western Ontario, it's not too late for new joiners is it? haha I'm only a year late! All's good here, working hard, playing hard - shifting more towards the work now because my exams start in less then 2 weeks... but on the bright side I'm on Christmas break in less than a month! Hope all is well with family near and far, my thoughts are with you especially today.
Pip
In our thoughts as always
Time goes by and life for us all here still goes on but there is a huge hole left behind that will never and can never be filled. We will be with you all tomorrow in our thoughts and prayers as we all remember Pop and raise our glasses to our one and only 'Pop Jim' lets hope that he is up there with his rod catching all the 'one's that got away!'
We love you chum :-)
Heidi Jamie Tyler and Madison xxxx
We love you chum :-)
Heidi Jamie Tyler and Madison xxxx
Tuesday, 27 November 2007
The Last Scattering of Jim
The Scattering of Jim
There are strange things durn
With the ashes in the urn
By the Family of which we tell:
The torrents of Wales
Have their secret tales
And the rivers of the Glens as well;
The pond by the reeds
Has seen odd deeds
None odder than happened to him:
He was one when alive
But now he is five
For this is the scattering of Jim.
Now Jim Robin-son
Was from Rushden To’n
Where the cobblers used to cobble;
As a lad in his youth
He sought the truth
As to why a float will bobble,
And also why
A particular fly
Would cause a fish to strike,
And too which spinner
Would prove a winner
To lure the perfect pike.
He spent his life
With Kate his wife
By waters rushing and still;
He dipped his line
In fresh and brine
And the pond beside the mill;
And to the last
And on and past
His life was one with water;
And so it’s neat
That his son Pete
And Bev his only daughter
Cast his ashy line
Just one more time
Upon the waters shining,
Because for a while
We couldn’t smile
But here’s the silver lining:
He may be scattered
But it hasn’t mattered
He’s chuckling in our minds -
He’s now more alive
That one who’s five
So thanks, dear Jim – tight lines.
There are strange things durn
With the ashes in the urn
By the Family of which we tell:
The torrents of Wales
Have their secret tales
And the rivers of the Glens as well;
The pond by the reeds
Has seen odd deeds
None odder than happened to him:
He was one when alive
But now he is five
For this is the scattering of Jim.
Now Jim Robin-son
Was from Rushden To’n
Where the cobblers used to cobble;
As a lad in his youth
He sought the truth
As to why a float will bobble,
And also why
A particular fly
Would cause a fish to strike,
And too which spinner
Would prove a winner
To lure the perfect pike.
He spent his life
With Kate his wife
By waters rushing and still;
He dipped his line
In fresh and brine
And the pond beside the mill;
And to the last
And on and past
His life was one with water;
And so it’s neat
That his son Pete
And Bev his only daughter
Cast his ashy line
Just one more time
Upon the waters shining,
Because for a while
We couldn’t smile
But here’s the silver lining:
He may be scattered
But it hasn’t mattered
He’s chuckling in our minds -
He’s now more alive
That one who’s five
So thanks, dear Jim – tight lines.
Wednesday, 21 November 2007
Hallowe'en in China
Tuesday, 20 November 2007
Timmy treads the boards
Here is Timmy - "Mike TVee" in the school play Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. He was supposed to be an obnoxious teenager.....a part he portrayed with frightening realism! No snow in Canada yet - we are still raking up bags and bags and bags of leaves.......but there is a definite chill in the air now. Last winter it didn't snow till January - wonder what this year will bring!
Luv C,D,P & T
Sunday, 18 November 2007
Friday, 16 November 2007
Tuesday, 13 November 2007
Thursday, 1 November 2007
Our little punks!!
Just a view of things to come! Tonight was the first Indiana Halloween and we certainly gave out a little more candy than our Floridian days! fun was had by all we now have a years supply of candy and the trading of favourites now begins! what a pair of punks (rockers that is!) or as Maddie's friend liked to call them pumpkin rockers (guess it was more of an English 'thing'!) Hope all is well where ever you may be. With love and kisses to all Heidi Jamie Tyler and Maddie xx
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