It Was a Ghost! I Swear to It!!

Once upon a time, in the 1980s, somewhere in southern Quebec, my parents went to a wedding.  My father was part of the wedding party and as such, stayed with the groom at the hotel.  My mother stayed with the bride’s party at an old family cottage in the woods.  My mum never understood why she could not stay at the hotel with my father, after all they were married.

On the day of the wedding, the bride’s party was waiting downstairs ready to leave for the church.  Mum was upstairs retrieving the remaining wedding essentials.  As she was about to walk down the stairs, someone pushed her.  As she fell down the stairs mum shouted, “Why are you pushing me?”  When she reached the bottom, her collar-bone was broken!

Arm in a Sling!
Arm in a Sling! With a pissed off face… One I am certain my father received at the hospital

Mum was rushed to the emergency room, as a bridesmaid was sent to search for my father.  Dad was found eating breakfast with the grooms party.

The bridesmaid rushed to my father and said, “Your wife has fallen down the stairs, she’s okay but is at the hospital, she has a broken collar-bone.”

Dads reply, “Shes okay though, right?”

The bridesmaid in a slight panic replied, “Yes, it is getting set now.”  To which dad replied, “okay thanks for letting me know” as he went back to eating his waffle breakfast.  The bridesmaid looked at him and said, “You understood me right?  Your wife is in the hospital!”

 Dad nodded and said, “Yes, I’ll finish my breakfast, shes fine.”

Only after breakfast did my father go to the hospital to check on my mother .  She was already passed out from the medication.  Do dad return to the wedding to do his duty to the groom.

Dad did eventually returned to the hospital.  Mum, at that point, was terribly sick.  She had her arm in a sling, she was vomiting uncontrollably with extreme chest pain.  Later, she would described the experience as having a heart attach.  In fact, she was having a severe allergic reaction to codeine!

As the story goes: when mum was taken to the hospital, she was in such extreme pain, that although able to speak French, she was unable to communicate that she was allergic to codeine to the doctor- who only spoke French.  The bridesmaid that took her to the hospital did not know she was allergic to codeine.  At this point my mum would add, that if my dad had just come to the hospital when he was told to, he could have told the doctor, and she would not have been given codeine, thus she would not have to endure such a horrible night of side-effect.

However, my father always added, that if he had not finished the breakfast he would have not eaten all day, thus would unable to care for his ill wife that evening.

I am not sure which add-on to believe.  After all she was asleep at the hospital, whilst he was away.  But she did almost die, because no one was able to tell the doctor she was allergic to codeine.

The story is not over … If you may recall, mum shouted, “Whey are you pushing me?”  Everyone heard her say it, but the thing was no one was upstairs beside mum!  No one saw anyone near my mother.  There is no possible way for someone to push her… So why did she ask the question? Who pushed her?  Who did she think she saw?

My mum to her death – more than 30 years later  swore, without ever faltering, that a ghost pushed her!   Honestly, it freaks me out even to this day!  Everyone heard her say it, she swore she saw someone!  The moral of this story, to me, is to always hold onto the railing when you walk down the stairs.  And never ever trust a ghost!!!

Happy Halloween

Happy Halloween

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A Summer Nap with a Little Spice!

We always love the outdoors in my family.  We have had countless parties, suppers, and family time outdoors in various family gardens.  Everyone also loves naps.  And combining the outdoors and naps is always better.

One warm summer afternoon, my mum was doing just that – napping outside, in our garden.  Mum was enjoying her nap, she was slowly waking to a lovely purring sound from  her chest.  Now after having Trisha for over 20 years, one is use to hearing purring … no matter how long the cat has passed away.  This was after Trisha had passed away.

But of course we did not have a cat when mum heard the purring…  When mum gradually opened her eyes, she saw a long black fur coat.

The itty bitty alley kitty cat, Spice

The itty bitty alley kitty cat, Spice

As she came to her scenes, she realised the long black fur coat was in fact a cat. The cat’s head was wedged into the crook of mum’s neck, sucking her skin, its paws rhythmically kneading her tender flesh on her collar-bone.

The cat was an itty bitty black alley cat, one we had never seen before, had climbed over the fence into our garden, and instead of resting on the various garden furniture or in the jungle like garden bed, he choose to sleep on my mum’s chest burying his face in her neck.

From that instant on, and for everyday that past,  Spice -as the cat he came to be known- choose to be ours.

Spice protecting the house from big bad scary things.

Spice protecting the house from big bad scary things.

Spice was always an outdoor cat, he always came back and picked to be ours everyday, to love us and to protect me.  Instantaneously he became my protector, a total tough-rock protector from the time we met, when I was 6, until his death.  I always felt safe with him, even when he and I came onto a path with a Lynx.  That story will be explored at a later date.


Were You in the Boat, When the Boat Tipped Over?

Mum and I always did the Boat joke in conversation.  If you do not know The Boat Joke it goes,

Were you in the boat when the boat tipped over?   No silly, I was in the water!   And it must be said in an English accent

It’s a common joke, as you can attest to if you look it up on YouTube!  But our reason to laugh at the joke was compounded as it plays with a story that once happen to my Grandmum (my maternal grandmother), Nana (my paternal grandmother) and my grandmum’s cousin Joyce (my maternal first cousin twice removed).  It was in a boat, and it involves falling in the water!

It was the 1970s, before my parents were married, both sides of my family owned a cottage at Lac Connelly near St Hippolyte, that how my parents met.  It was summer, the families had been growing close, they spent a great deal of time together, enjoying the lake.

My Grandmum, Joyce, and Nana decided to take a little ride in a pedalo, or some may call it a peddle boat.  My father was on the shore, enjoying the sun with my mum when they heard a great shriek coming from the pedalo.

The pedalo had sprung a leak!  My grandmothers and Joyce were sinking.  They shouted none of them wanted their perm to get wet!  Out in the country there were few places to get your hair fixed!

Parents and Papa

Parents and Papa

My father ripped off his shirt, dove into the water and swam towards the boat to bring the boat to the dock, and save the lady’s hair.  The screaming ladies finally saw dad arrive at the boat, he stood up and walked the boat back to the shore with the ladies still on board.

My grandmothers in their nervousness about their hair, coupled with the fact that the trusted pedalo was quickly sinking, had forgot the lake was exceptionally shallow even when one was far from the shore.  They were sinking in less that four and a half feet of water, all of them were over five and half feet, and all were exceptional swimmers.

However, although everyone on the shore could see they were sinking in less than 5 feet of water, the ladies on the boat were completely unaware.  Still to this day they tell the story, of dad saving them, as if it was a scene out of Bay Watch!  The story only shows to show how vanity can play a greatly into ones sense of reality!