My Dad's Morris Minor 1000 - Fond memories of an old family car

First car I ever drove was one like this at ten years old I think it was. My dad took me to the local shopping centre on a Sunday to teach me how to drive the old stick shift We scared the heck out of our neighbour Mrs. Brown when I waved!

Looked a lot like this one. Just a little more rusty and dark grey.
For awhile there, until my first generation Canadian Scottish dad, Eric got the muffler changed, you could hear him coming home from work over a mile away! I'd tell my mom to put on supper as he would be home soon. And home he came! It was quite the event some days. Kids on the block would run after him as he announced his coming with a Beep beep, b'beep BEEP! Beep! Dogs barking, kids running laughing and yelling! Once Dad drove right around the house beeping that horn with all those kids and dogs and of course me and my sister among them! Too much fun! I think my mom squashed THAT one pretty quick. But the car apparently didn't like it. One night coming home in the rain, we hit a huge puddle that managed to break through that rusty hole through the floor up Mom's legs on her side! I'll never forget THAT scream!

Kid Clown

When I was 8, my dad insisted on taking me to The Shriner's Circus in Vancouver to be a clown for a day. I was pretty shy and didn't want to go, but he made me. The newspaper took shots of me and they called me "The Saddest Clown in Town". Sorry I don't have a tear sheet of it. BUT, I DID find these shots my dad took on slide fill with the old Rollie camera. Dug them out and scanned a few for you to see.

Eternity

In the early 70's after a very violent storm I went out with my new Rollie camera that my dad sent me to see what I could capture of it. Came across this and named the image simply "Eternity". All these years later this image is especially a heartfelt one as on the shore just steps for where this was photographed I had the privilage of introducing my sister Muriel to my very best friend "who sticks closer than a brother" at the end of April 1983. She passed suddenly on into His ever caring arms February 17 1996.

My parents surprised me by calling me and asking me if I felt it would be okay to have her body cremated and spread some of the ashes at Dunderave Pier. At the end of this pier where you see the wave breaking and spewing mist is within two meters of where we spread her ashes along with one yellow rose. I did not know Jesus personally when I took this dramatic picture, but God who knows the end from the beginning knows each of us intimately more than we know ourselves!