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Dear Grandma

There are lots of memories I could talk about with you – such as listening to the Bambi record over and over, going to movies etc. But the most memorable was our trip to Vancouver Island seven years ago. What an adventure! Looking back, some things were kind of funny – such as the flat timer on our rented car – some were serious. I will never forget our conversations because they changed how I looked at things. Your opinions on how important motherhood is, the sanctity of marriage, and your love and respect for grandpa have made a lasting impression. It made me respect your generation for the solid rock of values on which they built this society. Thank you grandma for being you!

Love Dixie

Dear Grandma Copithorne

I guess that as an “In-law”, I haven’t been around long enough to have the kind of memories of our times together like Dixie has. But you have made many good impressions on me.

After meeting you the first time, I left realizing that I had met a real “lady”, a person with real manners and gracious attitude, that folks my age don’t have.

Some of my impressions are humorous too, like finding out at my engagement party with Dixie, that you had been sure to “check me out” with my high school teacher, Gordon Davies. You didn’t want your granddaughter to marry any “riff-raff”. I hope I passed the test.

And the time you lent us the use of your ranch house for our honeymoon, and leapt it a secret from Marshall. Marshall would have given us a good chivarce , but you kept it under your hat!

But my best impression of you is second hand. It comes from seeing the love and respect that my wife, Dixie, has for you and also believing that you share our faith in the Lord Jesus Christ.

With love and respect

Art Bird.


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I have to admit, most of these letters make me a little weepy in the eyes. Grandma was kind of the glue that held us all together -and the fact that we are still close all these years after she has been gone I think speaks to the kind of family she and Grandpa created. Their faith was central to their lives, and it was something that was passed onto all of us in one way or another.

The most significant experience and influence my mother gave me was her desire to teach me about the Lord. This was important to her and because it was important to her it was important to me as a small child. From my earliest memories I remember reading the Bible stories from colourful Sunday School papers and it was her who taught me that Jesus died on the cross for my sins. Even though I deserved to be punished, Jesus bore my punishment for me. I was an adult before I accepted this salvation but my other pointed me in the right direction for which I am eternally grateful.

I had to have children of my own before I could fully appreciate my mother. I couldn’t have been raised in a better home.

All my love, Sheila.

Sheila and Ted
Grandma (protecting her hair) and Sheila

To my Favourite Mother in Law

Even though you are the only Mother-in-law I’ve ever had, you are a favourite with me.

It seems we very seldom express the way we feel about people, and sometimes it is easier to write it than to say it, but I do so very much appreciate the good relationship we have had over the years. I think back to when I first met Sheila and stayed at your place. You made a very nervous young man feel at home, and I enjoyed the good meals, the card parties, and just the good visits we had with you and dad and all of the family. That big kitchen at the ranch was a place of informal family gatherings and good fellowship.

Christmas has always been a special time when we gather as a family, and I must admit I always look forward to your gift. Your taste in shirts is really something.

Well, on this special occasion of your eightieth birthday, I wish for you that it will be a special and wonderful day. May the Lord continue to bless you with good health, good times, love and peace.

Your loving son-in-law, Ted

Sheila and Ted (I love this photo)

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I know… I said I was done. But this house has ways of throwing things in my path for me to have a look at. Last night I was standing in my boy’s room looking for a photo of grandma (his bookshelf holds our family photos) and I noticed a couple of albums kind of stuck off to the side. A couple of very old photo albums of Grandma’s and one that holds a bunch of memories the family put together for Grandma’s 80th. Her children, their spouses, and all us grandkids (plus two spouses), and a couple of great grandkids wrote out our memories of Grandma. Sharing them seems like a really nice way to honour a woman who has meant so much to us all.

I’m not sure where the “Profile of a Senior” came from – when I googled it I found a couple of copies of it written elsewhere – no idea where to credit it though. Grandma turned 80 on October 4, 1988 and as with most things, some of it aged well, some of it didn’t (pretty sure the “Coke” of their time had actual cocaine in it so….)

Profile of a Senior

Who is a senior citizen? What is one?

A senior citizen is one who was here before the pill and the population explosion. We were here before television, penicillin, polio shots, antibiotics, and frisbees. Before frozen food, nylon, dacron, xerox, Kinsey, radar, fluorescent lights, credit cards and ballpoint pens. For us, time sharing meant togetherness not computers; a chip meant a piece of wood, hardware meant hard work and software wasn’t even a word. Co-Ed’s never wore slacks, we were before pantyhose and drip-dry clothes, before ice makers and dishwashers, clothes dryers, freezers and electric blankets. Before Hawaii had Alaska became states. Before men wore long hair and earrings and women wore tuxedos.

We were before Leonard Bernstein, yogurt, Ann Landers, plastic, the 40 hour week and the minimum wage. We got married first and then lived together. How quaint can one be?

Closets were for clothes, not for coming out of, bunnies were small rabbits and rabbits were not Volkswagens. We were before Grandma Moses and Frank Sinatra and cup sizing for bras. Girls wore Peter Pan collars and thought cleavage was something butchers did. We were before Batman, Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, and Snoopy. before DDT, vitamin pills, disposable diapers, QE one, Jeeps, the Jefferson memorial, and pizza. Cheerios, instants coffee, decaffeinated anything, and McDonald’s were unheard of. We thought fast food was what you ate during Lent. We were before Boy George, J.D. Salinger, and Chiquita banana. Before FM radios, tape recorders, electric typewriters, word processors, Muzak, electronic music, disco dancing – and that’s not all that bad!!

In our day, cigarette smoking was fashionable, grass was for mowing, coke was a refreshing drink, and pot was something you cooked in. If we’d been asked to explain CIA, Ms, NATO, UFO, NFL, ERA, or IUD, we would have said alphabet soup.

We are today’s senior citizens, a hardy bunch when you think of how our wold has changed and the adjustments we have had to make!!

Grandma on Captain, me on Chubby (on loan from Uncle Clarence and family – Chubby raised their children and then I was lucky enough to have him for a brief time. I think he was in his 30s here)
Chilling in the teepee
That time she was the Heritage Belle
Grandma and Grandpa, and (I think) Gillian and Ryan
Grandma and her sister Ruth


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This is the end of the photos. Every time I’ve said I’m done something else has shown up in an unexpected place – so we shall see! There is still a freezer full of mom’s treasures from when she went away to school to sort through – but that will be done first with my sister. I’ve sure enjoyed sharing this with everyone! Who knows what will be next! Oh wait- I know – I’m putting this together into a book! Enjoy…

Donald, Marjorie, Roy, Joanne, Susan, and Wendy Copithorne. Clarence and Irene’s family.
Grandma and I think her friend Jean McKenzie-Grieves
Who knew Grandma went camping!! Not just a hard working ranch wife or a super glam downtown woman, or the prayerful powerhouse behind mom recovering. Edna Copithorne camping on a fishing trip with Percy
This photo was in with some of the letters to mom from the hospital: this was taken the day I picked up your new skirt at Daytons. Sept 1958. Met Heather Scott there.

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Today marks the 200th instalment of From Grandma’s Kitchen. I had no idea last year that this would become what it has – I have loved exploring the history of our family and the area. I figured what better way to celebrate 200 posts than to look at old wedding photos! Young couples so full of love and hope for the future ❤️

Grandma and Grandpa (Edna and Percy Copithorne)
Harvey and Margaret Buckley’s wedding. Left to right: ?, Sheila Burger, Clarence Buckley, Harvey Buckley, Margaret Buckley, Lawrence Copithorne, Ruth Patterson, Brian Lepard, ?
Jim and Margaret Syme. Circle S Ranch. Dog Creek BC
Marvin and Pat Bedry June 1972
Jean and George McKenzie-Grieves married. Percy and Edna at dance? With Miriam Allan.
When I get some new pictures of the cart? Cake? I will send you one. Jean and Geo McKenzie-Grieves wedding. Percy and Edna and Miriam Allan
Mmmm cake
Now Mrs Bud Williams and am proud of it too (I love this)
Ken and Freida Copithorne
Bob and Marjorie Richmond’s wedding
Dave and Wendy Hawes wedding
I think this is Jean and George McKenzie-Grieves

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Street photography!! I think they used to take photos on Stephen Avenue? I know I’ve been told all about it but now it’s kind of foggy. Anyway – here’s grandma all dolled up.

Lydia – a girl who worked for me. And Edna Copithorne
I know it looks like my sister went time travelling again – but this is mom. Margie Copithorne just before polio struck 1951
Edna Copithorne. Gosh she was stylish!!!


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Sam Copithorne’s Family. Left to Right: Beatrice (Blach) Sam’s wife, Irene Robinson (Sam’s oldest daughter) Louis Copithorne, Bill Copithorne, Dorthy Young (Sam’s youngest daughter), Sam Copithorne (1904).
Let’s Rodeo
Sophia (Richard’s wife – my great grandmother) in front of the old house.
Slim (aka Ken Knoughtson? Aka the RCMP stock detective)

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This photo is not labeled, but when I look at it I see my sister having somehow time travelled back to the 1940s and found a dress up costume. So I wonder if it was mom in a Halloween costume?
Miriam and Dan Donnelly home. Taken from across the road last January when they had the “big snow” the olympics are in the background.
Miss Norris (Buckler) School teacher 1940s. Jumping Pound School
9 months
Summer 1948
Ellen Buckler (maybe this is the school teacher?)
Kathleen and Grannie June 8th 1954
Mary Jane!!! Gosh she was such a great part of my childhood. With her dog Hazel.
Mary Jane’s dog Hazel.

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There’s something about old photos. Even so many of these ones where i don’t know the people in them. I wonder about their lives, what did they do? Were they happy? As my cousin Jen pointed out these photos really make me aware of my own mortality. Some day I too could be an unknown face in a pile of old photos. It sounds depressing, but I think it’s kind of cool – we all share connections in ways we can’t quite comprehend.

John and Eunice Catterall Blake 3.5 years and Bruce 2.5 years. 1965
Part of the Mormon Temple at Cardston
Left to Right: Larry age 3, a playmate, Ricky age 5. The Syme(?) Cowboys. Jim and Marg Symes – Circle S Ranch 1954
Watermelons at Constance’s (?)
Bush Sprayer