Photo Challenge – May 10, 2020
While we thank God for our health, and all who are working for the common good during this time of confinement, these days are long and I thought it might be fun to get out of our ‘leisure wear’, dressing up in our ‘Sunday best’ or even better, and sharing a photo to share the joy.
And several have added a thanksgiving to God for our mothers, sometimes even combining the fancy dress with the gratitude.
Thanks to all who have responded! It is fun!!
A Pandemic Pose – All dressed up and waiting to go out!
I’m ready – it still fits!
With a necklace of my nanny.
A skirt, a scarf and a mug – each has a special connection for me with my mother. They really make me think of the wonderful relationship I had with her and how I miss her.
Ok – here we are – overgrown hair, extra pounds, and a little bit stir crazy, but filled with love and gratitude for our mothers.
One mother’s cherry loaf recipe, made every year. A grandmother’s favourite china pattern, passed on by another mother.
I think of the many gifts my mother has given me: baking, gardening are just two of these. Here is a gardening tool my mom gave me, the Hibiscus I was given when joining St. Andrew‘s, and the disastrous ginger bread house my mom and I made when she was last here in December. We had a lot of fun with it. It’s too long a story to tell here.
On the left, a key given to me by my mother, presented to her father at the opening of the Kingston Memorial Centre in 1951. The painting behind us is by another mum’s childhood friend. On the right, the necklace has “Much love and every happiness to you!” written on it – it was on a birthday card from my mum and dad, and I had the message, copied from the card exactly, put on a necklace for myself and my sisters. The lapel pin is my mum’s kilt pin. It says, “My hope in thee is constant”.
A quilt my mother made.
Dressed up at home by the lake with hats and … a mother’s wedding anniversary ring on the left (pinky finger!). In the centre, the only momento of her mother, a pearl drop pendant. On the right, a necklace passed on and enjoyed.
The three of us with Santa, along with things my mother has given me or souvenirs of travels we have taken together.
My Sunday best. The pearls were my father’s gift to my mother on their wedding day. Mom gave them to me a few years ago. My mother gave me my love of hats and afternoon teas. She tirelessly bought me my china pattern of Old Country Roses, starting on my 12th Christmas and each Christmas, birthday and graduation thereafter pieces were added until I had my set. Thank you mom for all your love and sacrifices over the years!
A mother’s necklace.
My mother was a quilter, she died a year before we were married but left the quilt with my sister to be given to us on our wedding with her love and best wishes.
I am wearing a broach which was her mother’s and before that her mother’s, it is dated 1892. I am also carrying a gold engraved cross also from my mother and grandmother, both cherished.
This piano was my mother’s and given to me many years ago. It was made in Boston about 125 years ago, first belonging to my great Aunt who lived in Maine and who gave it to my Mother. It has travelled far and been a source of joy to many, especially my Mom.
Mum on her 90th, with us three ‘kids’. The weekly phone conversation across the ocean included the question from me “how are you mum?” to which she would reply “well I’m still here”. I have been so blessed to have been brought up in a family with such marvelous parents.
All dressed up, for sure! I think how my Grandma would have dressed for church. She always looked well groomed and fashionable. A very stylish lady and a woman suffragette who marched for the vote in Alberta in 1917. Strong, and well-read, she also golfed and curled and made yogurt before most people had heard of it. A lady ahead of her time for sure in so many ways….
Cabin fever got to me, and I not only put on my Estonian national folk dress but danced with the wind around the front lawn. I’m holding a bent-wood willow carpet-whacker that my mother brought to Canada in the 1950s. It’s light and compact… one of the few practical domestic things she could pack into the 2 suitcases allowed on board ship when she emigrated from Sweden after WWII.
We’re not going far, but the fresh air sure is good!
My mom made the quilt. And I am wearing my mom’s locket from WW2 with photos of her uncle and dad who served … and hold a music box of yellow flowers and a butterfly my mum gave me.
One of the gifts I cherish the most is this beautiful tea set left to me from my mother. It was given to her as a wedding gift from my father at least 100 years ago. Although my mother passed away when I was only 3 years old, this tea set will always remind me of the gentle hands that once held this tea pot that I am holding today.
This is my mother’s writing desk. The photo shows my mother sitting at it.
My mother would probably tell me my hair needs some attention. But we are warmed by our mothers’ love – and in tribute to them, one of us drinks an herbal tea in a German pewter cup, and the other has an expresso in a Café des Deux Magots cup.
Some photos of St. Andrew’s, inside and out …
The Buskers’ Festival at St. Andrew’s
John Hall accompanying the hymn singing outdoors with a harmonium.
Pauline Brown of Jobat India after addressing the Presbytery of Kingston
The spring locust tree blossoms around the cross of the steeple.
Drs. Datta and Wilson of the Church of North India visit St. Andrew’s with the Rev. Dr. Glynis Williams of P.C.C.
St. Andrew’s Glass
New bike racks!
Palm Sunday at St. Andrew’s
Good Friday Cross
Combined Choir of
St. Mark’s Lutheran, Chalmer’s, Princess Street and Sydenham Street United Churches, and St. Andrew’s Presbyterian
After worship … fellowship.
Hot Cross Buns and Homemade Soup
‘Sir, we would see Jesus’, Andrew and Philip tell Jesus. The Great South Window, of St. Andrew’s Church Kingston