(My apologies to BC's First Nations people, of course, because they've been there since forever and are rightly proud of that fact, too.)
However, I've been thinking about my family, about the fourth and the fifth generations. I came home to find a telephone message from my eldest niece, and when I phoned, she and her little daughter were entertaining my youngest niece and nephew along with their mom, my youngest brother's wife.
"Give them all a kiss," I said, "and tell them I love them!"
They're so far away.
Or I'm so far away.
I'm now living on the eastern side of Alberta, Canada's next-most-western province. Between me and my home town is a wide expanse of prairie, then the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, then the Rockies themselves, then all the 10 or 12 mountain ranges which, with rivers and valleys in between, make up Beautiful BC.
That's the other part of My World, the southwestern end of the BC coast, the beautiful Semiahmoo Peninsula, with the next two generations of Auntie Kay's family.
Auntie Kay with brand-new grandniece in 2007
My youngest nephew when he was learning to play T-ball
(I love the HUGE shirt)
My youngest niece when we visited the playground
Photos by Richard Schear and Kay Davies.