July 2007


Despite the fact that I am too old to be the grandmother of a four year old, I survived the week that has just passed and enjoyed it immensely. Four is the perfect age in my opinion. Those tiny articulate creatures are full of curiosity and have an energy that we can only envy.

It was a joy to watch her race headlong into every adventure and to listen as she announced what she read on road signs, on notices in stores, everywhere she looked. “Spend 50 dollars and get two free movie tickets,” she piped up in one store. What? Sure enough there was a sign that said exactly that. According to my daughter she has learned to read almost by herself, although she is read to constantly. This was proved to me when we were in the children’s bookstore and she didn’t want me to read a book to her so I asked her to read to me. I filled in the odd word she didn’t know but when we came to them again there was no need to repeat them. I think I would hate to be a kindergarten and first grade teacher these days as it seems half the children are reading long before they get to school.

We took the bus because that’s a huge adventure for her and so it became one for us because of her enthusiasm. Here she was harassing the pigeons at Granville Island. She was mesmerized by the jugglers, she put money in the buskers’ instrument cases and she went on a ferry ride. “What shall we do now, Nana?” she says. Then she fills in with her idea of what we should do next. I know intimately every children’s park for miles around. Sadly there is a civic workers’ strike on in Vancouver so the water parks weren’t in operation nor the miniature train ride. But we managed to find entertainment enough to satisfy her.

She delighted friends who came to dinner and others who had us to their house for dinner. It was also the last week of the Tour de France cycling race, which we watched every day for the last hour of coverage between 7.30 am and 8.30 am. She always wanted to know about the cycling guys and where was the yellow jersey guy, although she had no idea what it meant and she watched intently along with her grandfather to see who won the stage. Unfortunately you can’t mute the ads because they are just as interesting to her as the program, because they don’t have TV at her house. However they do have every children’s DVD known to man, both in English and Italian.

Although her father speaks almost exclusively in Italian to her and she understands him, until now she has been reluctant to speak it herself. But in the last few months and since her visit to see her grandparents in Italy at the end of June, she is starting to say a few phrases. I have been very interested to watch this as I want to see the process of producing a completely bilingual child.

I’m really sorry that we didn’t save more toys from when my children were young. But we do have one that might be of interest. Actually it’s really rather embarrassing, since we made it ourselves. Below you see the dollhouse that we built for my 40 yr old daughter when she was 4 or 5.

Note the Mactac wallpaper and wall to wall carpet of leftover fabric. We used to have little battery operated hanging lights and lamps but the battery pack was broken so we chucked them when we resurrected this for my granddaughter.

Better Homes and Gardens would certainly have given this living room a gold star. Father is seen above in the elegantly appointed bedroom. Note the bathroom with the modern fixtures, showcasing the height of luxury, a gold toilet seat.

In the kitchen the baby waits patiently in the high chair for Mother to prepare dinner. However the only food available is a bunch of bananas, although there could be something delicious in the pot on the stove.

My daughter played with this house for hours as a child and her daughter enjoyed it too. The old scientist and I thought it was rather hokey and were a bit embarrassed by how amateurish it really is. But it was a big hit and no doubt will come out of mothballs when she comes again at Christmas.

I don’t get to play Grandmother very often and I didn’t get to be one until I was 67, so I hope you will forgive me if I indulge myself a little in this post. Here’s one last photo of her on the Aquabus ferry as we tootled around False Creek. Regular programming will resume soon.

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Despite the fact that I am too old to be the grandmother of a four year old, I survived the week that has just passed and enjoyed it immensely. Four is the perfect age in my opinion. Those tiny articulate creatures are full of curiosity and have an energy that we can only envy.

It was a joy to watch her race headlong into every adventure and to listen as she announced what she read on road signs, on notices in stores, everywhere she looked. “Spend 50 dollars and get two free movie tickets,” she piped up in one store. What? Sure enough there was a sign that said exactly that. According to my daughter she has learned to read almost by herself, although she is read to constantly. This was proved to me when we were in the children’s bookstore and she didn’t want me to read a book to her so I asked her to read to me. I filled in the odd word she didn’t know but when we came to them again there was no need to repeat them. I think I would hate to be a kindergarten and first grade teacher these days as it seems half the children are reading long before they get to school.

We took the bus because that’s a huge adventure for her and so it became one for us because of her enthusiasm. Here she was harassing the pigeons at Granville Island. She was mesmerized by the jugglers, she put money in the buskers’ instrument cases and she went on a ferry ride. “What shall we do now, Nana?” she says. Then she fills in with her idea of what we should do next. I know intimately every children’s park for miles around. Sadly there is a civic workers’ strike on in Vancouver so the water parks weren’t in operation nor the miniature train ride. But we managed to find entertainment enough to satisfy her.

She delighted friends who came to dinner and others who had us to their house for dinner. It was also the last week of the Tour de France cycling race, which we watched every day for the last hour of coverage between 7.30 am and 8.30 am. She always wanted to know about the cycling guys and where was the yellow jersey guy, although she had no idea what it meant and she watched intently along with her grandfather to see who won the stage. Unfortunately you can’t mute the ads because they are just as interesting to her as the program, because they don’t have TV at her house. However they do have every children’s DVD known to man, both in English and Italian.

Although her father speaks almost exclusively in Italian to her and she understands him, until now she has been reluctant to speak it herself. But in the last few months and since her visit to see her grandparents in Italy at the end of June, she is starting to say a few phrases. I have been very interested to watch this as I want to see the process of producing a completely bilingual child.

I’m really sorry that we didn’t save more toys from when my children were young. But we do have one that might be of interest. Actually it’s really rather embarrassing, since we made it ourselves. Below you see the dollhouse that we built for my 40 yr old daughter when she was 4 or 5.

Note the Mactac wallpaper and wall to wall carpet of leftover fabric. We used to have little battery operated hanging lights and lamps but the battery pack was broken so we chucked them when we resurrected this for my granddaughter.

Better Homes and Gardens would certainly have given this living room a gold star. Father is seen above in the elegantly appointed bedroom. Note the bathroom with the modern fixtures, showcasing the height of luxury, a gold toilet seat.

In the kitchen the baby waits patiently in the high chair for Mother to prepare dinner. However the only food available is a bunch of bananas, although there could be something delicious in the pot on the stove.

My daughter played with this house for hours as a child and her daughter enjoyed it too. The old scientist and I thought it was rather hokey and were a bit embarrassed by how amateurish it really is. But it was a big hit and no doubt will come out of mothballs when she comes again at Christmas.

I don’t get to play Grandmother very often and I didn’t get to be one until I was 67, so I hope you will forgive me if I indulge myself a little in this post. Here’s one last photo of her on the Aquabus ferry as we tootled around False Creek. Regular programming will resume soon.

CREATIVE

I totally changed my mind about what to post for this theme when I went to the Granville Island market yesterday. I saw this decorated Volkswagen Beetle that someone had created with great love and attention to detail. All the people who saw it were amazed and gathered around it to take photos and generally admire it. So I present to you someone else’s creativity for your enjoyment.

The front of the car. There was a tiny fountain on the hood, which you can see when you click on the photo, all the better to appreciate the detail of this creation.

Now we see the back of the car. Again please be sure to click.


I am so impressed by the vision of its creator and the effort involved in bring it to fruition.

WISHING YOU ALL A VERY HAPPY WEEKEND

CREATIVE

I totally changed my mind about what to post for this theme when I went to the Granville Island market yesterday. I saw this decorated Volkswagen Beetle that someone had created with great love and attention to detail. All the people who saw it were amazed and gathered around it to take photos and generally admire it. So I present to you someone else’s creativity for your enjoyment.

The front of the car. There was a tiny fountain on the hood, which you can see when you click on the photo, all the better to appreciate the detail of this creation.

Now we see the back of the car. Again please be sure to click.


I am so impressed by the vision of its creator and the effort involved in bring it to fruition.

WISHING YOU ALL A VERY HAPPY WEEKEND
I took the photo below to submit to a Belgian photographic site called Nos regards. My blog friend Eurodog told me about it and we both submitted our smiling faces to illustrate a theme called Sourires, or smiles, last month. This month the theme is Musique en FĂȘte and this was one of the few musicians at Granville Island last Thursday, no doubt due to the rain. Check out the Nos regards site as the photos are amazing, most are very professional while I’m just having fun. You are not supposed to edit the photo although I probably should have trimmed this one.

Don’t you love him, sitting there among the garbage cans and recycling bin, playing his violin, with his CDs on offer? I threw a couple of dollars into his case and told him I was submitting this to a photographic site in Belgium and he gave me his card. Buskers with business cards? May I present Paul Gitlitz, producer, engineer, composer, musician with his own website at glitchless.net

By the way, if you missed it, world renowned violinist Joshua Bell tried busking at a Metro station in Washington DC earlier this year with very interesting results. You can read about it here, in the Washington Post.
I took the photo below to submit to a Belgian photographic site called Nos regards. My blog friend Eurodog told me about it and we both submitted our smiling faces to illustrate a theme called Sourires, or smiles, last month. This month the theme is Musique en FĂȘte and this was one of the few musicians at Granville Island last Thursday, no doubt due to the rain. Check out the Nos regards site as the photos are amazing, most are very professional while I’m just having fun. You are not supposed to edit the photo although I probably should have trimmed this one.

Don’t you love him, sitting there among the garbage cans and recycling bin, playing his violin, with his CDs on offer? I threw a couple of dollars into his case and told him I was submitting this to a photographic site in Belgium and he gave me his card. Buskers with business cards? May I present Paul Gitlitz, producer, engineer, composer, musician with his own website at glitchless.net

By the way, if you missed it, world renowned violinist Joshua Bell tried busking at a Metro station in Washington DC earlier this year with very interesting results. You can read about it here, in the Washington Post.

Sitting at my kitchen table and typing away on my laptop, I looked up to see this sight in my back garden. A mother raccoon with 5 very large kits. I rushed to the window with my camera and snapped and snapped through the glass but this was the only half decent photo. My granddaughter was delighted and stood on the chair to watch them.

I then tried to sneak quietly out onto the sundeck to take more shots, but their little heads popped up and they were off in all directions, up trees, into the garden beds and generally not willing to be photographed for your enjoyment. No, my lawn is not painted yellow, it’s a late afternoon shot with sun shining through in patches.

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