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Category Archives: Memories

A Birthday Memory

A Winter’s Song, from Shakespear’s Love’s Labours Lost was special to Allison and me.  At least the first verse was.  I remembered it from somewhere in my past and we would occupy ourselves during the many drives to Ringette tournaments on cold winter mornings by Allison learning to recite that verse. It was only that verse because it was the only one I remembered. She learned it and we would recite it together on those early morning drives to some little town or city arena. I never did look up the whole poem until recently when friends had a poetry night. It is only two verses. I have no idea why I remembered only the first but I know that it will remain with me for the rest of my life as something we shared.

Here is the entire song.

When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp’d, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit! To-who!—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doe blow,
And coughing drowns the parson’s saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian’s nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit! To-who!—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.


Letter to Mom

I miss you, but now
I know you’re in no pain.
I don’t agree with your
Decision. I’m a little
Angry. We are exactly
Alike. If you would
Have stuck around you
Would have found out
We both thought we
Were burdens to
Everyone. We always
Got in the way and
The difference between
Us is I’m going to
Try and live my life
To the very fullest.
You would want me to.
We are exactly alike,
But our choices aren’t.
I love you


Memories live on in the minds of those Allison has touched. In children especially, memories of loved ones live on forever – events to be remembered, recalled and replayed over and over again. Memories help children try to make sense of the past, make sense of life and ultimately prepare for their future. Memories help keep love close as children remain wrapped in its blanket, a blanket of love that they can pull close and hug tight. These memories of Allison Vienna and Carlina will have forever..

A Special Moment

One special memory of Allison involves a family-friends gathering and feast with food tables inside and outside on one sunny summer afternoon. I was visiting with other guests in my friends’ sunporch, and Allison came in from the yard with her two little girls. I can still see her in my mind; a very slim and beautiful young woman, with her left arm firmly holding and balancing her baby on her hip and her right hand holding the hand of her other little girl. As Allison negotiated the steps and went into the house with them in this way, I remember thinking that she looked both like a teenager who didn’t know how beautiful she was and who could be out running like the breeze, and also like a wise, strong, confident, careful and experienced mother who was obviously protecting and nurturing her precious children. Inside the house, she continued to be attentive to her kids, who obviously meant the world to her and she to them. They were like an artistic pyramid composition of a mother and child scene with the mother centred on a firm base, tenderly holding her children close. I’m not sure why I had these thoughts, but they are still striking and clear. I can now only express them to her memory, but sadly not to Allison herself as she devoted herself to forming a place of bonding, love and caring for her daughters.

Missing Allie

Firstly, thank you for this site, you are truly a great man and I will always hold you in my heart.
Secondly, Although I was blessed,with her heart and love, I envy you, because you have a precious gift I will never have. She never told me of the gift, only you did, and that means it truely is so special only you could have it. Only a handful of people meant the world to her and I believe you might have been at the top of the list (not saying she didnt rank everyone the same), she loved that handful with all her heart, I just wished she loved herself the same. I miss her so.

A Christmas Gift

My memories of Allison center around a Christmas gift she gave me many years ago. Whenever I hold it or even look at it, memories come flooding back. It is a very special gift that I have never opened. It came with a note which I display here.

I will keep the gift always and look at it and hold it often, but I will never open it, for what is inside is too precious to ever risk dissipating into the air.

I have many other objects that trigger memories, some of them specific, others more general. But there are none that bring Allison’s whole life back to me as does this tiny Christmas gift.