I have inherited some beautiful original postcards from my Dad's mom. I plan to post some occasionally and today's Postcards feature Stanley Park in Vancouver BC. I can't find a date anywhere so I won't venture a guess at their age. They appear to be painted. I have others that say that they are real photo's hand coloured.
This one says it is the Seven Sisters. With all the destruction from the recent storms, I would think it is safe to say they are gone. Isn't it interesting how we work so hard to maintain, and preserve and set aside and then in an instant a storm removes all of man's futile attempts.
Every once in a while Terry and I take a weekend away in Vancouver. On beautiful sunny days, Terry and I love to go down to English Bay and sit and watch the people walking on the seawall. We've enjoyed the fireworks from the harbour and I remember extended family picnics at the park.
That was when the kids could run and play for the afternoon and the only concern was not to get lost. That was when the zoo was still in full operation. I miss the zoo. Even the aquarium just isn't quite the same without our killer whales.
Oh well, we'll have to be content with the memories, because I don't think the park boards idea of restoration is bringing back the animals and whales of our childhood. I'd love to hear some Stanley Park stories if you have any. As you remember, I told you about Terry being hoisted out of the wheel chair at Stanley Park in my post about Tim and Flo. Good times.
Well tomorrow morning I'm off to the B&B for some cooking and serving and chatting. I'll talk Terry into coming up and sampling some of our lunch. That usually isn't a difficult task.
It should be a great day.