Monday, March 30, 2009
Hilda will be remembered with great fondness and tenderness--especially for the (what then seemed like) hours Julie, my sister and I sat in her "salon chair" in the kitchen of their Cranbrook home, the odor of hair tonic and the pressure of curlers working to produce the Shirley- Temple "dos" that we proudly sported as our first-ever permanents. I can still hear her gentle scolding of Colin when he would lock both Julie and I in the bathroom and turn off the light, squealing with delight. Our joint camping trips and bon fires, the sing songs led by Richard ("it goes pop when it stops, zip when it moves and whir when it stood still...I never knew just what it was and I guess I never will"),our adventures (led mostly by Colin) to the "nudist" beaches--these are the memories that will never die and the ones I will hold onto with great love and fondess. You will be missed dearly, but I know you are sitting around a campfire with Richard singing and laughing and watching over the rest of us until we see you again.Great love and sympathy to the family,Love the Forgerons
