Thursday, November 25, 2010

Gordon Edward Davies, June 2, 1924 - November 25, 2009

One day when out walking I chanced to see,
A bonnie wee lass wi' a glint in her ee'.
Says I to the lassie “Will you walk fo' a while?
 My kilt is MacKenzie o' the H.L.I.”
She look'd at me shyly and said wi' a sigh,
“A Gordon for me, 
 a Gordon for me,
 The Black Watch are braw, the Seaforths and a'
 But the cocky wee Gordon's the pride o' them a'.”

Gordon Davies and Pauline MacKenzie
were married March 7, 1946 in Vancouver, BC.

When I’m lonely, dear white heart,
Black the night and wild the sea,
By love’s light, my foot finds
The old pathway to thee.

Before she died in 2007, Mother said she wanted nothing in the newspapers
until Dad joined her, and then she wanted:

Pauline Davies, 1924-2007
Gordon Davies, 1924-2009

Sweethearts since the age of 14, at school in New Westminster, BC, Gordon and Pauline were seldom apart except for World War II, when Gordon, a musician and artist, served with the Canadian Army Show, whose job it was to keep up the morale of all Allied troops stationed in Britain.

Dad's two books,
The Living Rivers of British Columbia;
The Living Rivers of British Columbia and Yukon,
are still available from

After their retirement from the family printing business, Mother accompanied Dad on all his travels up and down the west coast of North America, from Mexico's Baja Peninsula up to Alaska and Yukon, stopping at almost every river in between. In his books, Dad calls Mom his "camp cook" but she is the one who kept his spirits up, with good food and her constant, beautiful whistling. She could whistle any tune the two of them knew, and there were many.

I love a lassie, a bonnie bonnie lassie,
She can warble like a blackbird in the dell.

In 1996 my brothers and their wives, my sister, her husband, and Mom and Dad and I all went to Scotland and England, so Dad could renew his acquaintance with the places he had visited only in time of war, and so he could do a bit of fishing. Gordon Davies was the friend of every river he ever met.

Land of my high endeavour, 
Land of the shining river, 
Land of my heart forever, 
Scotland the brave.


Sylvia K said...

What a beautiful post and tribute to your Father and your Mother. What a wonderful life they had together and that is such a blessing!


aka Penelope said...

Love the black and white picture, Kay! There is much joy and hope in their eyes at a time when people rarely smiled in photos … even at weddings. Always glad to see your dear mom and dad as the focus on your blog. :)

Kay L. Davies said...

@ Sylvia -- You're right about their life together. All of us agreed we had no regrets, no if-only or what-ifs.
-- K

@ Penelope -- Mom had the most wonderful smile, didn't she? And Gordo always had that wicked little bit of mischief in his eye, even when he was so sick. I'll always miss them.
-- K

Mara said...

I asked my Mum about her father yesterday and she told me he never wanted to talk about it. She doesn't know what he did or where he spent the war. It's a shame really, because I think it's the people in the past who form and shape you in so many ways.

Great to see your parents were together for so long, that must have been great to see!

Powell River Books said...

A nice tribute to both of your parents. My dad loved to fish and I often went with him while Mom sat nearby doing her crocheting. I still like to fish, but am terrible about keeping and cleaning them. Catch and release works best for me. - Margy

nana_ang_poppaphil said...

I agree with Sylvia, what a beautiful post and a wonderful tribute to your father.

Francisca said...

What a very lovely post, dear Kay. Great marriages seem to be rare, and what a blessing for you and your siblings to be raised by such a wonderful couple.

indicaspecies said...

A very beautiful post. It's your tribute to your Dad & Mum. The B&W photograph is so lovely.

Kay said...

Awwww.... Kay. This is such a beautiful, heartfelt tribute to your mom and dad. I can see what great people they were. Their love story really warms my heart.

jabblog said...

This is such a lovely tribute to your parents, Kay. I don't know how I missed it when you first posted it but I'm glad I've found it now.