As children, we rarely recognize how the places we live or visit help to shape our lives. Be that good or bad for some, my childhood memories make me so nostalgic and happy! Some of my favourite memories occurred in Port Rowan, Ontario…my Mom’s home town and still the home of many members of my family.
Yesterday my family attended a memorial service for our uncle and brother Gary who passed away this past January. Gary hadn’t lived in Pt Rowan for many decades but he was buried there yesterday with his family in attendance. This article is not about my uncle Gary but about Pt Rowan and how it helped to shape who I am, who many of us are.
Port Rowan Ontario which is located in Norfolk County may be known for the “stop” on the way to Long Point, St Williams or Turkey Point but for those who know Pt Rowan it is so much more. It has the loveliest waterfront as you can see in the pictures. For me, the waterfront with its colourful boathouses and long walk down the pier to the lighthouse has always been known as, “The Bay”. We swam, we fished, rode our bikes and later, boating, ice fishing and skidooing :-).
My Mom took us to visit her mother almost every weekend during the summer and for extended vacations throughout the year. My extended family includes, Dedrick’s, Skuce’s, Rymer’s, Deardon’s, Bouck’s and the list continues. I remember as a child hearing, “this is your cousin”……a lot.
Yesterday was bittersweet, we buried my uncle but the silver lining was seeing my family and stepping back like those years apart were never there. My Cousin Danny was one of my favourite people growing up. Seeing him yesterday was incredible, that hug and the words we shared brought back all the crazy things we did as kids and how he protected me like the older brother I never had…Danny, that is Danny Skuce for anyone wondering. We spent years on Main street with Aunt Joan, Mel and Gramma Myrtle. Danny and I found a dog one morning, we named her Lady cause she was girl. She turned into the family pet and brought Mel years of companionship.
The tears are flowing as I write this blog. They are happy tears, tears of Joy and tears of hoping that those relationships I had with Danny, Deb, Glenna, Barry and Carole can be rekindled. After all, we only have 1 family and 1 spin on this pretty planet.
“Take Me Home, Country Roads” John Denver