Vancouver Wedding

Despite what you might think, these cherries were not in Vancouver but right here on our own tree in Kerrobert, Saskatchewan. Between holidays I picked two ice cream pails and today another. That part is easy but pitting them by hand is time consuming. Now if only I could make pie crust.








Alicia [Nokony], my chum since grade two met Carl and I at the airport on Sunday, August 19. We delivered Carl's bags to the Rosellen Suites and then visited Janet and Nicky at their Granville Island townhouse.









That evening Terry and Jeannie Moore hosted a barbeque at their new home in Kerrisdale for the Snell and Langley families. The surprise visitor was Heather [Gray] or was it Gail? Jim Langley, Ian and Florence, his folks were there too. Terry's daughter Cloe sang a beautiful song as her wedding gift to Janet and Nicky. You could hear a pin drop and there were lots of tears shed as a result of her moving performance.





On Monday Alicia took me shopping to one of her favourite stores at Broadway and Macdonald. Carl had the wedding gang in and out of his place storing decorations for the next day.

For lunch on Tuesday I had a surprise visit from Mary Lou and Joseph who were en route from their home in Sydney on Vancouver Island to visit her sister Janice on the sunshine coast.
Weather continued to be fabulous for the afternoon wedding which was held on the fifth floor penthouse patio half a block from Stanley Park.
























Cliff gave a beautiful toast and welcomed Nicky into their family. Nicky's older son Dan gave a very funny speech ending with 'Mom, you're here, you're queer and we love you'.










Wednesday afternoon Simon took time from work and drove Alicia and I up to Alice Lake after a brief stop at one of his building projects at Squamish. We had a picnic and I walked around the lake while Simon and Alicia read.









Thursday morning, the day of departure Alicia and I walked over to Granville Island and visited another of her favourite shops full of beautiful imported cotton clothing and bedding. I couldn't resist getting some lovely colourful Indian pillow covers. We had brunch and coffee in the market building and wrote a card to our buddy
Annabelle in Scotland, who was missing from our usual trio.