A Day In The Life Of Gail #WelcomeFall”

The first day of Autumn has started without a huge imposition on my daily activities. It is still very nice weather, despite all of the rain and light show last night; however, that hasn’t dampened my spirits. I always remember my children’s exciting news when they would return from their respective classes, running animatedly out to my van and shouting “Mommy, we need more school supplies, specifically wax paper,construction paper and leaves to press for class”! So away we went to the Biway and made our purchases along with foraging for the perfect leaves to be pressed between the wax paper that I always had plenty of for lunches.
After finally arriving home, my two young charges got to work diligently while I started dinner before their Father came home after a very long day at the office in his stock business world. After we finished our meal, cleaned up the cut-up construction paper, it was my duty to press the leaves oh so carefully with the iron, while they watched me.

These leaves were so beautiful and delicate enough to be presented with care the next day at their home room classes,and their respective teachers were complimentary towards both Jonathan and Addison. Just seeing your children being so proud of their accomplishments made my heart swell and to this day I will never forget their little cherubic faces smiling back at me,while running into the school with their homework safely tucked away in their backpacks. It kind of reminded me of my own accomplishments back in Grade School doing exactly the same thing with my Mother and running all the way to my teacher with the beautiful presentation of waxed leaves for show and tell. So I guess you could say that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Memories of days gone by are sacred and these ones are very special to me and my children as we go forward in life.

I cannot imagine life without them or the leaves that fall in the changing of the weather. I do appreciate the beautiful warm breezes that we are lucky to be experiencing and cannot wish them away for anything.

JustG, oxo

A Day In The Life Of Gail #BirthdayWishes

The birthday celebration was an absolute blast! Family gathered around for an unforgettable party filled with mouthwatering steaks and delicious chicken salad. And let’s not forget the soft ice cream from The Dairy Cream—it was the cherry on top! Watching my Blue Jays triumph on the big screen was the perfect finale to an amazing day. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to celebrate! Thanks to Addison for finding time in his busy schedule to drop in and bring the ice cream.

Happy Birthday JustG

A Day In The Life Of Gail

John Morrow and Vicki Morris Morrow.

Sadie Hawkins, October,24,1975
Winter Week-ends January 1976
John Morrow Dennis Siemko January 1976

It was a pleasure entertaining Vicki and John Morrow, over the long weekend at our Georgian Bay retreat. We hadn’t seen each other for a few months and quickly caught up as the incessant talking continued during the entire time. I don’t think there was ever a lull. We chatted and enjoyed reviewing the busy lifestyles that we live in which was crazytown, but it’s always been that way. 

We have been close friends for over sixty years and laughter has always been a key factor in our relationship that permeates the air, guffawing after John would update us on one of his recent trips or incidents at work and play with the “people”.

I remember being introduced to Dennis first during a summer party at Glen Turpin’s house, a friend from high school whom I hadn’t met before from Hamilton, On. There were so many individuals filling all of the nooks and crannies that I couldn’t believe it. That was July 24/75 when John wore his red Afro and bell-bottoms along with high stacked shoes, which was the style as Dennis was attired in a Superman t-shirt, bell-bottoms and desert boots. Ultimately the large gathering included more guys than gals and even though I was only 13 years old, I felt comfortable with the age difference of 16 and 17 years old respectively. Although, I told a fib and convinced everyone that I was turning 16 years old in September, which was uncovered by his younger brother Len, who was in my home room, who uncovered my secret.

Oh well, that’s history so they say. Getting back to John, he had a muscle car, a Barracuda that everyone wanted to catch a ride in, which included me albeit, at that time, we walked everywhere. Especially my girlfriend Tina, who went with me in tow to all of these unsupervised parties, all gussied up and decked out in the finest that we could afford on our babysitter’s allowance. It was during the early part of our courtship, I learned John and Dennis had become friends at a very early age while living on the same street and playing hockey with the other children on their block. I believe they became fast friends and enjoyed close relationships with siblings and parents, which I later adopted as my own. I know that both John and Dennis kept an extremely close bond and maintained it over the time period, as evidenced by so many of our family memories and outings that have been shared every time we get together and here on my blog.

It was during this period of time that I remember attending numerous gatherings where teens go to share music and make new memories, at places like the Dairy Queen, the Red Barn and Hutches where I worked for two summers. My friends would make fun of my attire which consisted of a hairnet, nylon uniform and orthopedic shoes to which I would end up permeating the surroundings, so I guess I deserved the chiding. During this period I would wash up quickly and change into a new mini skirt and bubble top attending the next Glen Turpin party with threats of police sirens always being heard in the background of Grand Funk Railroad. It was a wondrous time and even though I was holding down my full-time studies and two part-time jobs, I was able to keep it all together. My parents forced me to bring Dennis and John home as I was spending more time with these unknown individuals than I did with my family.

It wasn’t long until John and ultimately both Dennis and I met the formidable Miss Vickie Morris Morrow where she and I became fast friends along with the boys. I distinctly remember how pretty Vicki was with her big Brown eyes and luxurious brown hair, a body like Marilyn Monroe and with intelligence to boot! She was 16 going on 17 and went to Grade 13 with the boys, where somehow John was able to impress her with his plethora of musical knowledge and Barracuda. We all attended concerts together with Guy Taylor and Cindy, enjoying life as it presented itself in every aspect of our spectrum. The boys had full-time studies and part-time jobs leaving little precious time for partying; however, we managed to squeeze a modicum of time to energize each other with ongoing mischievousness and non-stop dancing to The Beatles and The Rolling Stones. Some of us drank beer and on rare occasions would smoke cigarettes to appear much older than we actually were. After graduating, attending College and University we all started to think of marriage, and working full-time, where both Vicki and I were hired at the CIBC and RBC respectively. John and Dennis both worked at MFM, the food chain, stocking shelves and earning a living while we all married within a year of each other.

Times have changed nowadays but back then it was the norm and to this day both of our relationships have stood the test of time and been married over fifty years for me and Dennis and and forty-nine for John and Vicki. I don’t know too many other people who can relate to this but I know how much we are enthralled when we gather and nothing changes; we just pick up where everything was left off. Our most recent gathering was eagerly anticipated by me, as I couldn’t wait to hear about The Morrows’ two daughters and their respective spouses, Lee-Anne and Cameron and Allie and Matt. I was extremely entertained by the regaling by both about their adorable grandchildren, five in total. It seems that Vickie is a hot commodity in the Morrow household, to which I am not surprised, being the perfect caregiver to all of her grandchildren regularly, in addition to working full-time. When discussing the grandchildren, Vicki has many photographs and stories that she personally shared, to which we were all privy and thoroughly ensconced. I just don’t know how she does it, in addition to her regular life with John, who is a caretaker full-time. I do know that John enjoys his lifestyle with walking adorable Penny, their family pet and yard work which includes the maintenance of his pergola and pet goldfish.

I cannot wait until our next gathering which is going to be either next month for a chili con carné dinner at their place after all of our mutual obligations. I just simply LOVE this couple and cannot get enough of John’s anecdotes. I do believe I drank over eight glasses of water just to keep up my saliva levels and was thrilled to gift them both with “The Man From Uncle Gift Series” as John is into collecting Retro Vintage items and this definitely fit the bill. In addition, we were enlightened about a new internet provider that will provide us with a deep discount on our present provider, and to that I say #supercalifragilisticexpaladocious Thank you for the great visit to you both John and Vicki and even though your battery died, the wait wasn’t too long until Jason from AAA showed up. Until next time.

Just G. xoxo

A Day In The Life of Gail/JustG 

It’s been a while since I documented my thoughts, and today is a family BBQ so I will attempt to update you on what’s been happening. 

I fell recently and fractured my foot and I am now waiting for the appointment for the Fracture Clinic to be fitted with a boot and crutches. Luckily, I acted quickly, applied ice, ordered the ankle brace and put the foot up for the past week. It has left me in quite a deal of pain and the medication ordered hasn’t alleviated the excruciating pain so I look forward to the phone call arranging my appointment. 

Back to the BBQ with “Hop along Cassidy” which I am fondly referred to now by my family. I can take their quips and name-calling. What I cannot take is the rain that is stalling us all from the wonderful outdoor activities, including swimming, and an amazing epicurean feast. Each year The Merricks throw an awesome gathering and always extend an invitation to The Siemkos. We gladly accept and bring along our contribution to the feast along with the main requirements which are our smiles and animated conversation.

I look forward to catching up with everyone, including the children who entertain us with their activities and plain old happy existence. Last year, we played with a Piñata, and I was lucky enough to bust it open with candy flying everywhere. I had never done that before and found it particularly satisfying. I think just getting your frustrations out, along with all that chocolate, made my day.

Today marked the announcement by Jessica, of a new Merrick baby on the way, which was received with a roar of hurrays and back slapping to the Father, David. His beautiful wife is fighting an extremely powerful case of morning sickness and was forced to remain at home. After all was said and done a group photo was taken and I’ve included it at the bottom. 

I especially enjoyed playing catch-up with all of the Merricks and even found out new information that is the norm at these celebrations. After an hour the youngest were swimming their little hearts out in the well-decked out pool. I love watching them interact with each other and their elders, I felt right at home which is per usual when I visit. Subsequently, the buffet was served and all lined up with the amazing spread, including homemade zucchini cake made by the charming Carmen. These various desserts were gobbled up, which I believe slowed all down immensely and the children were looking for their various activities that the Nanas had already planned for. 

I thoroughly enjoyed watching my immediate family members interact with each other and all of these interesting and comical people. 

I learned more about Star Trek and its present filming location in Toronto along with fantastic photos from Farrell who is employed there and makes it sound unimaginable. I want to thank Doug for his BBQing skills as the chicken was moist and scrumptious. We also met two new cousins from out west, Megan and her hubby Chris who enthralled me with their musical background and talent. 

When the crowd started to disband it was my cue to pack up my men and start the 1 1/2 hour drive back home to Oakville and per usual the drive was similar to a parking lot. I arrived home in time to rest my foot and watch a few episodes of our recent show, Butterfly (which is action-packed) and off to bed. It was a pleasure being included in the festivities and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Many thanks for being included. 

Gail xo

Jonathan Siemko 41st

It has been forty-one years since I first met my eldest son, Jonathan Devin Siemko, in person, up close and personal, and I wanted to take a moment to review how he has changed my life and the lives of those around him. If you know me already, then what I’m about to say will probably bore you, so turn the page or fast forward to today. Still, I was considered a high-risk pregnancy. I didn’t quite know the extent of it until they tested my sugar levels by force-feeding me glucose at the laboratory and checking levels, the reason being that I was huge for my due date, and my specialist wanted to be safe. So later that night, this first time, Mom was waddling downtown at the annual Oakville Midnight Madness, feeling more and more tired, not knowing she was in the early stages of premature labour, at 33 weeks of gestation, my baby was going to come whether I wanted it or not!

I woke up after a restless sleep and panicked as my waters had broken; I called the doctor’s office and was told to head down to the hospital as soon as possible. Well, it took a few hours to pack my bag, have my hubby shave my legs as I was going to meet my son, go to Tim Hortons on the way for coffee and a muffin, and stroll into the emergency at 6:30 am. I received a harsh scolding from the nurse and was shown to my room for the day, along with my briefcase with work that HAD to be submitted by the following Monday; after all, I didn’t plan on early arrivals for anything. The day progressed slowly, and I called all of my available family. My Mom had already passed away the previous February 1983. My Dad was the first on my list, and he drove like a madman to bring me roses, which the nurses wouldn’t allow in. Still, he was very welcomed as my hubby was coming and going in and out of my room for a myriad of things; he was helping the local federal government ministers campaign for re-election (knocking on doors, that kind of thing), changing clothes and several exits for food was a priority if I recollect. Since I was so early, they wouldn’t give me any pain meds or lumbar spine meds, so I had to rely on my breathing techniques learned in the shortened Lamaze classes and oxygen, which I was sucking back on until then, the tank was empty.

After 9 hours of letting my body work on birthing, I was getting ready to push my little boy out. Still, everyone had to get changed before going into the delivery room, and there I was alone, praying to God and all my Angels in Heaven that my son be healthy. Well, he was in distress, and the doctor wanted him out fast, so you can guess how that happened, with the umbilical cord wrapped tightly around his little neck three times. I was told to STOP PUSHING, a feat only the Gods and possibly Olympians can do but not me, so my son breathed in amniotic fluid and whisked away from me at precisely 4:49 pm, to which I was given two sedatives and nothing to hold, not to worry they said, he will be “drying out” under the hot lights. He should be good as new, but my hubby, a 6 lb 3 oz baby, was not okay, and my cousin Susie Pearce, who was an ambulance supervisor at the time, took him directly to Sick Children’s Hospital

for observation and life-saving nursing in the NICU, but I wasn’t allowed to go! I was forced to stay at the hospital until my migraine and body could travel, but I was encouraged to express the essential first mother milk for all of the excellent healing properties that it contained; at least it gave me something to do instead of crying while watching others with their newborns. After seeing him in the isolate naked with his head shaved for I.V. purposes, my heart swelled, and I started to cry and leak from every possible orifice.
Still, the NICU doctors wouldn’t let me near my beautiful baby Jonathan Devin Siemko until

I calmed down, and my anxieties over my Mother’s milk were just one more thing wrong with me. I truly felt that I had let my little, tiny, premature baby down by walking too much when, in fact, it was the doctors who let us down by not diagnosing me with gestational diabetes, and testing me so late in my pregnancy was a bad thing that they did not me. As a result, my beautiful boy has Cerebral Palsy, Epilepsy and Dyslexia. I have tried to teach him all the good in life and that all the adverse effects are not his fault.

Despite Jonathan’s rocky start, he was given one-on-one assistance, first from me and then at school. It has been an uphill battle all of the way; even when he was wearing a leg brace and helmet for protection and heavily medicated, he never gave up on his interests in History, Baseball and playing sports with friends. This young man was bright enough and worked hard enough to maintain an above-average grade all of the way through school and was accepted into the University of Guelph for majoring in Political Science and History, which he accomplished after seven years full time, 24-7, living in residence and taking care of himself until graduation in 2010.
I have been so busy living life and being a caregiver to him and all three of his grandparents that I missed out on recording this old soul sooner on my blog. Still, he has been critical in my life as a young man, through our combined interests in baseball, history and politics, into a very supportive son. At the same time, I have been ill during the past few years especially. Jonathan and I are Christmas nuts, and since I wasn’t able to shop this past year, he took it upon himself to be Santa while I was being admitted to the hospital and home; he knew how to access Amazon and ordered us all presents for under the mantle, as we didn’t even have a tree. We have become more health conscious during the past year, meaning more exercise, including walking together at least five times weekly for an hour while we hold each other up and talk about our lives. So very kind, gentle, loving, and computer literate is this son of mine that I wanted to share with the world and let you comprehend that he has a deep understanding of life and should expand his horizons. During the past few weeks, Jonathan spent an entire weekend in Toronto at his brother’s new home in North York; they enjoyed the same closeness as they did when they were young and went out to the ROM for breakfast and dinner. I didn’t hear back from him until it was time to return, and we hugged like it had been months. Addison Pearce Siemko is his younger brother, and I will be bringing you up to date about everything shortly; that is another new story worthy of my time and will be documented.

Until I write again, I remain,
Mom,
Justagail