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  1. From The Wayback Machine: May 17, 2005

    May 17, 2012 by Gail

    I have stacks of blog posts in my head while walking home, but by the time I get home they’ve all evaporated. It’s very annoying!

    So I’m posting something from the Wayback Machine from seven years ago, a picture I took of the twins at age 15 months… here’s what I said back then:

    Just look at those teeth!! They’re sharp! I was holding Maribeth while she was drawing yesterday, and looked down to see her eating the yellow crayon. I dug it out of her mouth, but she left deep bite marks on my fingers.

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    My latest pics are from December, but I don’t have a picture of just the twins together, only ones of all the Ms before we saw The Muppet Movie. The twins are at the ends:

    From teething to Grade 2, in one post. If you don’t feel like time is flying, have a look at some pictures in your own Wayback Machine. Warning: it’ll make you feel old!

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  2. Flat Stanley At Large In Toronto

    March 8, 2012 by Gail

    Flat Stanley at Sobey's

    @ Sobey's

    My new visitor arrived in the mail today from BC. My 8-year old niece, Megan, sent a Flat Stanley to me to spend a couple of weeks adventuring in Toronto. The Flat Stanley Project was initiated in 1995 by an Ontario schoolteacher to help children develop their literacy through letter-writing, journalling, and documenting Stanley’s travels.

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flat_Stanley

    The “official” school project letter:

    … I am sending you my very own Flat Stanley in the hope that you might take him on some adventures and, perhaps, introduce him to your friends and write a few lines about his stay at your house. Stanley should be returned to me by March 30th, 2012 because I want to share his experiences with my classmates. If you have a camera maybe you could take some pictures of Stanley with you and your friends…

    If you have a camera… -- I couldn’t help but chuckle.

    Megan wrote a letter in her own (very neat) handwriting and drew herself in front of the playhouse I sent for the twins’ birthday a month ago. It’s very cute.

    After work I went to the grocery store to pick up some things and Stanley found Wayne Gretzky green tea, which got me thinking:

    1. Look at Wayne Gretzky holding his green tea like a pensioner.
    2. I’ll have to explain who Wayne Gretzky is.
    3. Maybe I should gear my pictures to a theme, like “Canadian culture in Toronto”.

    The kids are used to seeing photos of Kermit travelling with me around the world, so I’ll have to make this project specifically about Toronto or Canada. Stanley’s timing is very good, as tomorrow night we’ll be attending my friend’s party to celebrate her new Canadian citizenship! Lots of red and white!

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  3. 75!

    March 7, 2012 by Gail

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    December 2010

    I phoned my dad for a pre-birthday chat and asked him if he had a birthday wish. Wouldn’t you know, the ONE thing he asked for I can’t give him because I’m 2,750kms away: he wants a portrait.

    So I’m recruiting my brothers to do it and this is the next best thing: my favourite recent portrait that I shot at Christmas 2010, when I was there and had pneumonia. (If I didn’t have pneumonia, I would’ve taken more pictures.) That’s pretty recent, just 14 months ago and he still looks the same.

    I was last there in December, but I took these photos in the restaurant just before we saw the Muppet Movie and everyone was in a goofy mood:

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    I’m posting this a day early, but nobody really knows my dad’s actual birthday (not even my dad) because during that time nobody kept track. They’re farmers, they only kept track of the farming season, nothing that specific. Also, the Japanese bombed the administrative buildings in the Philippines during World War II, so whatever records had been kept were lost, anyways. My dad was just a kid during WWII, but he remembers the snipers. I can only imagine what it would be like to grow up during a world war in a commonwealth of the United States while under Japanese occupation, but the family survived it and the Philippines became a republic in 1946. My parents immigrated to Canada in 1974. What a history, and that was less than half of his life gone by.

    My brothers and I are supremely lucky to have grown up here. Life would’ve been a lot different for us if they hadn’t made such a move. Thanks, Dad.

    Some other favourite portraits that I’ve taken:

    Gumpa with the EdTwins

    August 2004

    taking a breather

    helping me at the house in Pennsylvania, September 2005

    That was followed by this photo, which still cracks me up:

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    Dad on film: September 2006

    Gumpa

    Christmas 2007

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    Uncle Mateo's memorial service in Chicago, June 2008

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    North Vancouver, July 2008

    (And if you think my dad looks good for 75, my Auntie Fely there at left in the photo is 82! Auntie Sophie in the middle has grandchildren in their 20s, and my Auntie Carol at the far right dances, swims, and plays tennis against MEN her age!)

    Thankfully, my dad’s health is good and we will plan for many more birthdays to come.

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  4. Holiday Hamsters

    December 14, 2011 by Gail

    'Be good, Santa's watching!'

    'Be good, Santa's watching!'

    The three older Ms, taking heed of the sign and hamming things up in their naturally hammy way. What do you expect from a 10, 11, and 12 year old?

    Still working through the England and Vancouver trips photos between the client photos. My eyes are tired from the heavy-duty photo editing but they’re holding up, and I’ve been been fortifying my system against the onslaught of viruses with Cold FX and vitamin C — the ol’ body is also holding up! But barely… Go immune system!

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  5. Simona

    August 3, 2011 by Gail

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    Simona Fielding

    My mother-in-law, Mona (Simona Fielding), lives in northeastern Pennsylvania. She is more-or-less a shut-in, constantly connected to a very long oxygen tube that lets her move around her three-story home without disconnecting from the machine which chugs loudly in a corner. She is very reliant on her oxygen supply, especially in the summer when the air is thick and heavy and taxing on her lungs.

    The machine has been a part of her life for a few years now. She has COPD — Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disorder — after a lifetime of smoking. If you smoke and lung cancer does not scare you enough, imagine spending years hooked up to oxygen because your lungs have lost all their elasticity. As Mona says, her quality of life is greatly diminished by this disease.

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    Although Mona is wearing her tube in these photos below, I like them because she’s talking animatedly (thanks to the boost of air) and it’s more documentary style. It’s more her. You can’t see Mona’s hands waving around as she’s talking because I’m shooting at close range with a prime lens, but the hands are definitely not idle in her lap as they are here.

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    a quiet moment

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    telling stories

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    Today there’s cause for all the hand-waving: Mona’s air conditioning system went on the fritz on Friday. Despite numerous house calls from the repair department between Friday, Saturday, Monday, and Tuesday, she still doesn’t have A/C!

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  6. Vancouver Through The Lens

    December 30, 2010 by Gail

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    Thanks to pneumonia and the side-effects of antibiotics, I took a record low number of photos on this recent trip to Vancouver. Although the medications helped my lungs and bronchial passages, what I didn’t expect was how much it demotivated me to take photos or even propel myself out of my sick chair. I was like a sack of potatoes — a sad sack of Yukon Golds — gasping for breath and waiting for a mash. I didn’t know what to do with myself, the camera felt like it weighed a ton (it does, but that didn’t stop me before) and even picking it up seemed like a chore.

    I never thought I’d say those words! Clearly, I was unwell! It is the strangest feeling to be trapped inside a body that won’t cooperate, to fight for enough breath to say just one sentence and have it come out so weakly that I needed to repeat myself. The medications worked well enough that I was fooled into thinking I was myself, but after a couple of days I could’ve sworn I was someone else — someone with only vague thoughts of photography. Was it the illness or the antibiotics talking?

    It’s time to post some photos, even if just to prove to myself that I didn’t lug all my equipment to Vancouver for nothing. The photo above was taken at Mt. Seymour in North Vancouver, which is a Christmas sledding tradition for the kids if the weather cooperates and dumps enough snow, which it did — in spades. My father took the twins swimming by request (they didn’t want to go sledding), and the three older Ms went up the mountain with the three of us. It was one of those instances of “be careful what you wish for” because we didn’t see a speck of snow until we reached the top of the mountain, and when we arrived up there, it was whiteout conditions.

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    Maddy created some one-of-a-kind bracelets, manufactured in her little bracelet factory, and I showed her how to display her product line:

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    The big hit, present-wise, was Melissa’s remote control helicopter:

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    All the kids wanted a crack at it, and I was surprised it lasted more than a day considering all the delicate moving parts. One too many crashes took its toll on Day 2, which was immensely disappointing for Melissa but there were other things to play with, such as the newly-gifted Wii and Wii Sports for the family. Oh, the fights that ensued…

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    Finally, a photo of my father, who will be 74 years old this spring.

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    Decided to upload a smilier picture of him, since he’s more like this:

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  7. My Dad

    August 13, 2010 by Gail

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    This is the traditional dress for my father’s region in the Philippines, taken recently at a Filipino cultural gathering up at SFU near Vancouver. My brothers took loads of photos, too, which I’ll link to later.

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  8. Sleep Like A Baby

    July 19, 2010 by Gail

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    Chelsea, 3 months. I shot this in Vancouver two months ago, she doesn’t look like this anymore!

    Today’s random thoughts while editing: whoever coined the phrase ‘sleep like a baby’ either didn’t have a baby or had a nursery rhyme baby that went magically to sleep at the sound of a music box and woke up exactly eight hours later. If we all slept like babies we’d be waking up every few hours to eat and maybe check for messages, then fall asleep again in a pram pushed by someone else after the umpteenth feeding of the day. Imagine how our days (and nights) would change!

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    I may sleep less than the average person due to my nutty schedule but at least all the slumber I do get is top-quality and I’m generally not cranky when I’m tired. I just get a bit punch-drunk (or slap-happy, as one person told me). I’d rather be the Sleepy dwarf than the Grumpy dwarf.

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  9. This Kid Is Not Camera-Shy

    May 27, 2010 by Gail

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    Prey and Hunter

    Miss Maddy at Earls Cove (Sunshine Coast, BC). The top shot is mine, the bottom shot is Allan‘s.

    Madeleine is now eight and a half years old, and is the middle child, like me. There are all sorts of theories about a supposed middle child syndrome, for being the middle of three (I couldn’t seem to find an example of being the middle of five), and also for when the middle children become adults. There are also those who don’t believe this syndrome exists. I think a few of the characteristics ring quite true (articles say the middle children turn out to be quite creative), but I don’t know if there is really a behaviour pattern between the middle children I know.

    In any case, it is interesting to watch happy-go-lucky Maddy grow up and show her personality in front of a camera. She is such a character!

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  10. Alvin, Regina General Hospital, Age 10

    May 26, 2010 by Gail

    Alvin, age 10, Regina Hospital

    In the spring of 1985 while moving to BC from Winnipeg, three of us in my family were in a single-vehicle accident along the Trans-Canada Highway, near the Alberta/Saskatchewan border.

    It was the middle of the night. My dad was driving our beloved Volkswagen campervan when it blew a tire and rolled on the highway. I was fast asleep in the bed at the back and got tossed around like a sock in a dryer. Alvin was wearing a seat belt and asleep under a blanket in the passenger seat, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t adjusted for him but for my mother, which is how he ended up in the ditch.

    Our belongings were strewn all over the highway. A semi truck drove by without stopping to help us, crushing our things before continuing along its way. I was not yet 13 years old but I remember the scene quite clearly, how angry I was at that truck. Then another truck came but this one stopped, and the driver helped my dad bring Alvin from the ditch to the cab. Alvin’s thigh was swollen like a balloon and they had to cut his jeans to release the pressure. A Greyhound bus filled with sleepy passengers came next and took us to the nearest hospital, which was too small to handle our situation. An ambulance then took us all the way to Regina General Hospital, where my dad was bleeding profusely from his head but was in too much shock to notice.

    No major injuries, but Dad needed stitches in his head/ear, and Alvin broke his femur and needed stitches in his chin. The most I got was bruising and my glasses broke. Alvin ended up spending a month in traction, and I was bored and blind (no glasses!). The good people at the hospital let me make crafts (see the clothespin wishing wells?) and paint cartoons on the walls. I remember painting Garfield and Transformers. Even back then I was very myopic, painting wasn’t easy! But I had time.

    Everyone was super-friendly, and Alvin had a great nurse — a really funny guy whose name escapes me. He shared a room with a kid about the same age who was hit by a car while riding his bicycle and in much worse shape than Alvin — he was lucky to be alive! The two boys were both strung up by wires and cables; they entertained each other during their long stay.

    Alvin spent his 10th birthday in the hospital, so I believe the accident was early April 1985. After a month in traction, he came home to Winnipeg and spent a month in a body cast!

    Even after a rather traumatic episode, I remember Regina and the hospital and the staff with fond memories. They took an awful situation and made it more than bearable.

    Thanks, Regina!

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