Monday, September 12, 2022
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Aunt Carolyn was a big part of our lives when we all lived so closely to each Bishop-related family in River de Chute. As happens, we all eventually moved hours away from each other, and the big get togethers became fewer, and farther apart. But, as cousin Bruce mentioned, there are things that stick out, and those smile makers are what we need to keep, as those precious times from youth now become gold memories. Mine was celebrating her fortieth birthday. It was my first flight, an AC prop Viscount from Toronto with my now late sister, Janice. One of the gifts opened was an avocado green electric carving knife: basically a motor, and two knives to click in. I'm not sure if it was from Uncle Bert or his sister, Catherine. Simple assembly - in normal times. But somehow, the tall glasses of Coke and ginger ale had been spiked from a big bottle of rum, making the task most difficult for the five or six of us each trying to show off our mechanical knowledge. After a half hour of giggling and frustration, someone finally managed to jam those things in so tight, they couldn't be removed, but at least they stopped flying off. It worked, but like a a pair of scissors screwed together backwards, a terror to handle, shredding anything within reach - a memory worthy of a comedy movie scene. With our condolences: Carolyn's sister Beatrice Elaine Bishop Terlecki, my sister Nancy Ann and her husband Pieter Henstra, and myself, Bill Gregory Terlecki.
