Thursday, January 14, 2021
This one seems to be liked. Although to young to actually remember myself. My favourite story is; as a very young boy I was having a temper tantrum because ofcourse something didn't go my way. After some crying and yelling and screaming Grandma Ann proceeded to get down on the ground, lying on her back and flailing her hands and feet in the air. Yelling and screaming just like I was. Watching with disbelief, probably not sure what the heck was going on I stopped crying and completely forgot about whatever I was worked up over. I'll forever miss the days of camping and Gardening with you. Painting rocks we found along the river. Love you Grandma Ann! ❤️
Assiniboia Chapel