I don’t know why mum wasn’t wearing her cap with her gown … it is a most splendid cap and suited her to a tee, as you can see:
In the staged photo above, Bertie Wilkinson, her father, is at the far left, and her brother at the far right. Bertie was a mediaevalist, and strangely fascinated by 12th century constitutional law, and a treat. I mention that just to make sense of the donations mentioned in the obit. Her brother was a professor of Library Science. Yes, I don’t really understand either. My dad was getting sworn in as the head of Victoria College at the U of T at the time … I am a happy black sheep of the family, having run screaming from the thought of doing a PhD … had to distinguish myself somehow!
We have received condolences that have mentioned the passing of an era. Does every generation just feel that, or do we live in a small enough pond that the generations were fairly distinct? But now it is my turn to grow old, I hope. And for that I am exceptionally grateful. Thanks mum.
OK. one sad song. both smiles and tears for sure…
yes to your question. i suppose it is a group identity thing.
don’t let yourself start to complain about “kids these days”. it causes one to age even faster. 🙂
Oh I was practising last night! Watching some food truck war and the two young lads that kept hugging each other and saying “I love you, man” while pumping their fists, etc and wearing matching lame tie-dye shirts … and they said their thing was edible bowls, and one was, a chicken thing in a waffle bowl and the other wasn’t – just a lettuce wrap that the judges complained fell apart and so the chopped it up and served it in an inedible bowl. And they called their company Global Bowl not Globowl or something clever and claimed they wanted to reinvest profits in charities that got food to places where there wasn’t any. I mean come on – all they needed was a bathing suit competition and it would have been hipster mister America.
And good morning.
just in case you weren’t feeling that old yet!
i had to make sure it’s really him. i grudgingly concede.