|The last photo of my dad, taken|
with mom on
|Back when I was the 'baby' of the family.|
Loving, and loving, and then loving some more, because that's how we thin the veil between this world and the next. When I hold onto that thought, that way of being, they are as close to me as my own breath. The Love we share with one another in this world is our guide wire, our rope in a blizzard, that leads us from the love we came from, back into the pure love we return to. Our job in this life is to hold on tight.
*Photo to the right: my dad and I, circa 1964, during his 1960's Mad Men/Author/Spy phase. He wasn't smuggling me out of Eastern Europe, we were on a family vacation in the Great Smoky Mountains.
|My Grandpa (2nd from the left) and great-uncles|
at the Godin/Gordon Lumbercamp,
Ocqueoc Michigan, June 22, 1907
|Lake Champlain, Vermont|
|Don't flip the pancake until the top is|
covered with air bubbles--and no
The one thing dad always told us, as he passed along his pancake skills, was to never beat the lumps out, because pancake batter should be lumpy just like any other quick bread batter. The griddle is hot and ready when a few droplets of water bounce and sizzle off of it, and a pancake is ready to flip when bubbles cover the top of it. There can't be any cheating though, peaking under the pancake to see if it's brown, it needs to raise and cook undisturbed to be fluffy.
|Rev. Robert Gordon, Pastor Bob,|
Uncle Bob and our Dad.
|The tradition carries on at Holywell Bed and Breakfast,|
but not quite lumberjack sized.
*You might wonder how the name Gordon can be French Canadian, but thanks to Ancestry.com I discovered that my Grandpa changed his name from Godin to Gordon when he moved from the lumber camp into town. Imagine our surprise, thinking all the while we were Scottish Gordons and making pilgrimages to Scotland, finding out we are actually French Canadian. It was a nice surprise though and I'm very proud of my heritage, which I've been able to trace all the way back to 16th century France, to Maurice Godin, born in 1530 at Givet, Namur, Pays Bas, France.
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