Ford Finscéal

I think the thing I remember most strongly about Aunt Colleen was her laugh. She had a great sense of humour and laughed a lot. If the joke was a little but "off colour" (spelled correctly for you American cousins), she couldn't help but still laugh with a look on her face that said "I might be laughing but that doesn't mean I approve."

I happened to be home at the time of Aunt Helen's funeral.It was time to go to the airport and head back home.Sean was staying with the Dean's and Ann ,Kieran and I were to stop and give him a lift to the airport since we were on the same flight from Hamilton to Winnipeg where we were to switch planes.Arriving at the Dean's , Kieran (just a baby at that point) wasn't feeling well and had to go the bathroom. We knocked on the front door and Aunt Colleen answered the door.At that point , Kieran threw up at her feet ( or on ,Im not sure), I took Kieran to the bathroom to clean him up and returned downstairs where Colleen had just finished cleaning up .I apologised and Colleen being Colleen , laughed it off, I kissed her goodbye and we were off.That was the last time I saw her. We flew to Winnipeg and Sean wanted to have a beer and a cigarette before the next flight.He was using a walker at the time , so the two of us made our way to the pub.I went to the bathroom and retur

Remembering Aunt Colleen... You know Pat, Kathy and Rob, Your mom practiced on Loretta and I before she had you - in fact before she was married. I trust we did a good job training her. She was awesome and you must miss her incredibly. Along with Aunt Nora and Aunt Maureen, they were our primary care givers when we were at Granddaddys'. One of the things that comes to mind is her response if someone said something was funny, she wanted to know: "Funny Ha-Ha or Funny Queer"? She had quite the sence of humor. I suppose her kids inherited it. I can still see and hear her laugh in my mind. She also used to always say: "Quick, quick like a bunny" - In retrospect of course she was not the originator of these sayings, but they always remind me of her. I inherited her technical ability. Its taken me a few years to figure out the TV remote. And now I'm conquering blogging. I've also been told I look like her (its the white hair) - some of us are just l

This might seem hard to believe, but today is the 10th anniversary of my mother's death. Kathy placed a notice in today's Spectator and I've copied it here: DEAN - Colleen Ten years. If time was measured by the heart, then you left us just a moment ago. Love, pieces of your heart. It amazes me that so much time has passed already. I'm sure Kathy is still finding recipe's that mom clipped from the paper and promptly tucked away, never to be tested. I think she'd be happy to know that we're in touch like this, though it'd take a special kind of magic to help her understand how we were doing it, and to assure her that blogging isn't a dirty word...

I forgot to mention how wonderful it was to read Christy and Nikki's write ups as well yesterday. It was. Ten years ago today my mother passed away. It seems surreal to write it down but there you are. Kevin Ford tells a funny story of the last time he saw my mom. I remember as a teen, being at a go-kart track (Prudhommes Landing) with my family. We had a great day, trying out the different rides and having fun with one another. Mom decided that she would give the go-karts a go when we did and we were quite impressed with this. Mom had never driven anything bigger then a Tonka truck up to this point as far as my memory went so you can imagine the incredible speeds that she must of reached on this day!Anyway Dad,Kathy, Pat and I were standing outside the fence (our turns having long been over) as we waited for Mom. We waited. And we waited. ... Finally Mom puttered into the pit stop and went to get up. She tried to the left then she tried to the right then the left. Then Mom knew t

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Now I'm sure that there were more Ford relatives when I was a kid , certainly more then who have put a blurb on the blog. I know that I have at least two siblings and that they have kids and I remember that I have a father who types better then I do and that Dave has a WHOLE mess of siblings and do I need to mention the names Gallagher and Ford? Oi!! Then there were the Corsinis and Beningers, lots of Barrys and a couple of Berrys and I'm guessing that there may have been a few kiddies from all of the above. Way to go to Deb for getting the whole family in there!! If you are having problems putting an entry on the blog call Pat collect (I don't mind) and he will spend hours with you. He loves this kind of stuff . Rob