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:

TOGETHER AGAIN

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.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BdonpbgJrqw

Dad's two books,

The Living Rivers of British Columbia;

and

The Living Rivers of British Columbia and Yukon,

are still available from http://www.ronsdalepress.com

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.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IxpggQyIzLQ&feature=fvst