Gail Siemko

Best Wishes- Happy 30th Birthday, Jon (JDS) Siemko

After much deliberation, and yes, quite a few self talks, I decided to forego my normal lengthy Happy wishes, for my firstborn, and provide you with just the facts! Well, as I see them, after all I was the one who conceived this little guy, with just a wee bit of what I recall, MUCH enthusiasm on his Fathers Part! Then carried him in earnest, for 33 1/2 weeks gestation, with MUCH sincerity and followed every recommendation by every medical practitioner assigned to my “Special Case”! To ensure my firstborn was fully developed and healthy and NOT born prematurely, I did everything, possible! No Drinking, no smoking within my vicinity, eat all the healthy food I could possibly get my hands on at Alternatives Health Food store; practice yoga, meditation, limit stress, you see I had been through this before, and it wasn’t a good outcome!
Jonathan Devin Siemko was born was July 28, 1984 at 16:49pm, however, it began at midnight madness when this heavily pregnant Mommy was checking the downtown of Oakville, Friday night. I was too pooped to walk anymore, and asked my hubby to fetch the car, when upon returning home, went directly to bed.

Woke up at 2:15 a.m thinking I had done something unthinkable, and went to the bathroom my waters had broken….. kicked my hubby, wake up you lug, call the doctor! He jumped out of bed, and was just as concerned as I was, since this baby was far too early, and we had been there before !

Off to the hospital when on the hottest day of July 1984, after sixteen hours of labour WITHOUT ANY anaesthetic, due to the prematurity of baby’s lungs, I gave birth to a huge, 6lb, 3oz. 21″ baby boy! At first, there wasn’t any sound, then a wail let out……then, off to Sick Children’s Hospital by ambulance for a month. My baby boy, was in ICU, head shaved for the I.V. In his scalp, naked except for black sunglasses for the Jaundice…..shook me down to the core! After our tour at Sick Kids, Jonathan was transferred back to our local hospital, weighing in at a fighting weight of 5 lbs. ; I had difficulty finding diapers that would fit his little bottom. When I did, he officially came home, at 5lbs. 3oz. , the blue baby picture shows how cute he is! We all survived, BARELY, and went on to provide him with a brother, who has become his best-friend, Addison; also born 7 weeks prematurely. But that is another story for another day.

My wish for you Jon- Athan, is Happiness, Love, Friendships that last a lifetime, remain curious, stay thinking and Observant, enjoy your new devices that will allow you to grow and become stronger in the multi media world, sweet treats from all of your family and friends, texts, and phone calls from those that you love, continued Better Health, Love and healing white Light forever! I love you around the Moon, and through the skies, around the Earth, a million times, and……..That’s A Lot!!! Mom oxo

Just G

Jon Siemko 30th Birthday pictures

Epilepsy and the Waiting……

Stay calm and firm with the Medical community! I’ve been doing this for over 28 years, and have found the best medicine for my son is for me to remain calm at the time of each seizure. I know Chrystal, that it sounds very easy for me to say this, it’s not . I have two boys, one who has the epilepsy is going to be 30 next month and another without any disabilities or profound medical conditions is 27 and has watched his brother his entire life, enduring all of these frightening seizures. I am very calm at the time, and after everyone is stabilized, grab a shower and meltdown! I never had help from parents or family, just my hubby when available. It’s extremely difficult, but you must be your sons BEST ADVOCATE, no one else IS OR WILL DO IT! Good Luck, This too shall Pass. 🙂 Just G

Happy Father’s Day – Donald Ernest Pearce #WarmWishes

This is the first year that my Dad, isn’t with us physically; although I am still strongly tied to
him emotionally ,lovingly and of course, genetically with all of my Pearce traits! You see I was his only daughter, that’s right, Daddy’s little girl, and it was even more special since my brother is eight years older than myself……almost like being an only child.

My Dad was born, on a very cold December morning in 1926, the youngest of a family of seven children, originally from Southampton , England, and lived in the east end of Hamilton, Ontario. I have heard all of his stories and tales of growing up in a large family where everyone had to work, especially during the years that we were at war.

Dad and I shared a few common traits, besides the blonde hair, blue eyes, good natured, youngest to be born, etc. and at times were total opposites.
For example, the way he would make me cut coupons and make car routes out, in advance of our weekly grocery shopping. Now I use, my iPad, and online purchases, to save money on gas and negotiating parking spots at the mall, something that Dad, was not very interested in or trusting!

I distinctly remember the time,we were at one of his Favourite stores in Hamilton, the Goodwill when we went to pay for our purchases, I proceeded to use my debit card…….my Dad’s loud voice clearly shouting, GAIL VALERIE PEARCE, STOP! To which I replied what? Those cards are the devils work; I said that these cards take the cash from my account it is not a credit card. Well then show me how the cash comes from that card? So there I am at the cash register with an 85-year-old father yelling at me, on my left and the young man at the register, not knowing whether to laugh or ask again for the $7.50. I leaned over to the young man at the register, and asked him to please, just hand me the $2.50 cash back quickly or I might be grounded for life!

My Dad did not believe in Credit cards, loans, or mortgages, you HAD TO SAVE up for what you wanted to purchase! My entire young life was a weekly excursion to the Province of Ontario Savings Bank, Library, outside Market, and paying the bills in CASH! That’s how I learned to use the “ENVELOPE ” method. Once the money was gone out of your envelope, you had to wait until allowance or PAY DAY! And these are the same skills set that I have shown both my sons.

Another Daddy’s little girl trait that bestowed upon me was the annual, AMERICA BEAUTY PAGENT, even though I was only five years old, and already sleeping, when that PAGENT came on, it was my cue. I heard the singing, HERE SHE COMES, MISS AMERICA, YOO HOO, I SAID HERE SHE COMES, MISS AMERICA, and that meant it was my moment. I was urged on by my Moms clapping and Dads singing, the Television blaring, and off I went down the long hallway, three times, then right back to bed! My Dad had made me crown out of tinfoil that I so proudly displayed at school the next day; although I am surprised now, looking back that no teacher questioned me being up late, ha ha.

I have so many vivid memories of my LIFE, at a very young age, and onwards, shall share them with you. Today is such a SPECIAL DAY for me and my Father, since he passed away ten weeks ago and it’s the first one without giving him my hug. The following is a poem that I have dedicated to my wonderful Father, on this day, June 15, 2014.

Daddy’s Little Girl

He tucks her into bed and kisses her goodnight
Thinking to himself what a beautiful sight.
He turns around turning on the nightlight,
Letting her know the bedbugs won’t bite.

A year goes by and then another,
As she starts to look more like her mother.
She needs her space so he tries not to smother,
While still letting her know he will always love her.

They start to part more and more,
And his heart is aching in the core,
He remembers when she was just four,
Hoping all her dreams would soar.

Their lives are becoming more of a whirl,
The years go by and the seasons swirl,
She’s his one-of-a-kind precious pearl,
And she will always be daddy’s little girl.

Dear Dad I love you, around the world and through the skies, around the moon a million times, and that’s a lot!!!!

Warm Wishes……Happy Mother’s Day …..Bernice Irene Siemko

Happy Mother’s Day Mom, it’s been five years since I’ve said those words to you it seems like yesterday since you were in my home for Mothers Day, with the grandchildren.

I miss so many things about you, but the relationship between modern daughters especially grown-up daughters-and their mothers never ceases to fascinate me. Especially the relationship you and I had since you were my mother in law, however I called you Mom from the age of 14 when I first met you in the East End of Hamilton where I grew up and dated your eldest son Dennis. Our relationship grew slowly at first, yet once you became familiarized with me and my ways we adopted the mother and daughter relationship.

It is warm and close and loving. It is also frank, terse and ruthless. It ranges over every conceivable topic from their utmost dreams to their in most dreads, and from the strength of their sauces to the color of their handbags. Mothers and daughters, in my experience, no longer have secrets from each other worth talking about. All is grist to the never ending mill and day to day activities.

I love you Mom or Babcia, still miss you every day but carry you in my heart!

All my Love,

Your Daughter in law

Gail

Just -g