Sometimes I wonder why I read Facebook. I've read a lot of hate and that is disturbing. Then I saw these great posts.
In 1975, I started working for Pacific Western Airlines. My boss was Don Johnson. Don and I were around the same age, he was married to Marg and had a daughter, Jennifer the same age as Cheryl. Marg had two more sons after the birth of her daughter. He moved to Calgary when they relocated the Head Office. Don passed away from cancer a few years ago but his wife, Marg and I are still friends. I read on Facebook she was going to the UK again. One son, Erik lives and works in London and she visits the UK often. Her other son, Ian who lives in Calgary accompanied her on this trip.
Marg was born in Scotland and went back to the place she was born. Her life story is shown below from the town she lived in. On Thursday she heard the sad news of the death of the queen. Marg is a Monarchist also and her son Erik, was honored to be invited to a Royal Garden Party just before COVID. I love reading her and Ian's posts and following her travels. Ian posted the first one on Sunday and Marg posted the second Monday:
Well a lot of fun that was at the Bowhill Highland Games in Marg’s birthplace and childhood home of Bowhill, Fife, Scotland. These were just the 2nd Highland Games in the very… and I mean very… tiny village of Bowhill in over 70 years. We were thrilled to be honoured with a spot in the parade down the same streets Marg ran down as a child, and sponsored a gift for every primary dancer, the class winners trophy’s, and a surprising 4 way tie to the top premier. What’s the best way for 4 winners to split a £250 gift certificate - simple, we’ll just do £250 for each of them! It was a fun day of dancing and other events at the games, a great return home for Marg and a chance to give back to the community Marg will forever consider her home. Thank you Bowhill!
That is a wrap Scotland. And what a wrap! Went to Edinburgh with intent to watch the Queens procession up the Royal Mile only to be told it was closed to any more as it was full. Learned that if we skirted the side of the Inner city we could get in line for a wristband into St. Giles Cathedral to pay our respects. After quite a hike we were successful and started the que at 3.pm. We met and got to know a lot of folks young and old around us in a very jovial atmosphere. We wound our way through the city and made our way there 5 1/2 hours later. Sore feet were quickly forgotten as we entered the cathedral. The fragrance from the abundance of flowers was breathtaking. We were allowed to move at your own pace and take the time you needed to pay your respects. Never in my lifetime will I ever experience anything like it. It was beautiful.
What a beautiful tribute to a lovely friend.
