Gone

We had Jake for 5 of the 7 scheduled weeks, but he needed a medical intervention on Tuesday. He had vomited several times in the preceding days and did so again twice that morning after one throw-up during the night.

He would need to see the vet, but his vet is in distant Kingston and there was a neighbour nearer there who had that information and access.

Arrangements were made, and by 10am, we were meeting with said neighbour in Perth at Shauna’s workplace to make the exchange. From there Jake would go one way and we the other way back to home.

Last photo of Jake after a vomit and while Sue was making arrangements for the vet and the exchange.

We disposed of blanket and pillow that he had thrown-up on enroute and went into Shauna's workplace to visit the commode before heading home. I had been up since 4 that morning and had had three coffees when two cups are my limit. We masked and headed into the COVID-rich seniors residence (yes, there is an outbreak), left as quickly as possible, and headed home.

Sue hadn't had three coffees, so we stopped at Dark & Deadly for a breakfast sandwich and coffee for her, but I was coffee-ed out so I had hot chocolate, which was rather delicious.

We feel badly for the old dog. After trying times in the first weeks that he was here, he had then settled rather well and was sleeping through the night with no bark-fests. Despite the sick-ups, he was still charging along on the walks. He was very perky for an old dog.

Five weeks of older people caring for an old dog was a long time and something that we would not commit to again, but we did manage to get rather used to the old fella. I will leave you with one of Sue's collages that I don't think I have posted previously. Sue was doing solo walking with Jake recently once my back started acting up.

Sue's Dad on Remembrance Day

On Remembrance Day, Sue and I only have had one soldier in our families to relate to: her father, who was a tank driver in the Canadian Army in WWII. Oops: I am almost forgetting her grandfather who served in WWI and was part of the famous battle of Vimy Ridge, but that was a very long time ago. 

We have this poor scan of her dad in uniform.

In times past, I did what I could with it, and I posted this version on Remembrance Day in 2022.

I decided  to see what AI might accomplish. Gemini: restore photo eliminating noise, spots and light leaks. the soldier's clothing canadian army of the world war 2 era. I don't think it did any better, and it didn't restore the light leaks. Mind you, I didn't restore them either but just cropped them away.

I had meant to ask Gemini to convert to colour, but I didn't get my instructions right, so I went to ChatGPT. I was disappointed with the light leaks and the ghosting on dad’s right side. 

From Chat GPT:

I’ve colourised the photograph with subdued khaki tones appropriate to Canadian WWII battledress, reduced noise and small surface marks, and softened the light leaks while preserving his facial features. Some deeper scratches and damaged texture remain; the colours are an interpretation, not verified original colours.

Whatever the case, here's to remembering Sue's dad and all armed forces who served. I will post a copy of his record that I first posted in 2022.

• July 03 1942 - Enlisted
• December 09 1942 - Qualified to drive a tank 
• October 18 1943 - North Africa
• October 21 1943 - Italy with Central Mediterranean Force
• October 23 - Wounded in action
• November 05 1944 - Wounded in action: bullet wounds to shoulder, chest, arm
• January 10 1944 - Awarded CVS Medal and Clasp
• June 03 1944 - Discharged from hospital
• July 03 1944 - Awarded Good Conduct Badge
• November 29 1944 - Allied Armies Italy
• March 9 1945 - France
• October 08 1645 - UK
• January 01 1946 - Canada
• January 24 1946 - Back in Toronto

Spasmed

I had a dental appointment for yesterday that I had on my calendar for a whole year. It was for 9am, but I phoned and cancelled at 8. 

I hate doing that, but as I explained to the receptionist, I didn’t know if I could get there and get onto the chair. Once in the chair, I wasn’t sure if I could stay there for the duration. Finally, I wasn’t at all confident that after an hour, I could get up and out again.

You see, I’ve had lower back muscle spasms for more than a week. I thought that they would surely be better by Monday morning, but if anything they were even worse. They aren’t exactly tickety-boo this morning either.  

Back spasms aren’t new to me. I’ve probably been getting one or two per year in the last decade. They are bad for a few days, but then they get better. This spasm bout isn’t as bad as some, but it is sure lasting longer.

I’ve given up on Dr Ho and Robax and so on. If time doesn’t soon begin to heal, I will hie myself thither to yon doctor. But they gotta get better soon, eh? This is getting ridiculous. 

More about Jake and also Charlotte

I think I have to plough (or plow) over old furrows this morning. I will bring you up to date on the Jake front, and with your indulgence, I need to get back the grandma and her embroidery one more time.

Jake

He visited me in my chair very briefly on Friday morning. When he first came to stay with us, he would spend time there with me in the chair but not lately. That day, as soon as I reclined the chair back, he left. If he is a little antsy at night, wanting treats or whatever, my chair going back seems to signal to him that I am done. At that point he usually leaves me alone, probably going down to sleep the night away.

  

And that it a very good thing — to sleep the night away. He's been doing that fairly regularly, something like 9 to 6 give or take 20 minutes here or there. I have even been the one to let him out the last three mornings. I have been up, so he's come into my room rather than rattling around Sue's room. If I am not already up, of course, I will not hear him, so Sue had been handling the lion's share of mornings and other times too. Specifically, she's been doing the walking recently while my back has been spasming. On one walk, Sue was able to use Jake and her umbrella to complete one of her photo prompts.

Grandma and Her Embroidery

I know, I know. I’ve gone over some of this twice already, but I redid that photo, or at least the font. It's clearer now.

And  . . . Sue had a photo of Grandma's three pieces of embroidery to pass on to me — of course, she did. My guess is that grandma did all three before she was married in 1913 and before becoming a mother several times over soon after that (see below). So, let us say that these peice are 120 years old and just leave it at that.

Here's a single photo of the one with the picture. I've made a guess, with Photoshop's help, to colour-correct it somewhat to reverse the yellowing from both the aging and the light, but who is to know.

Charlotte had four children after marrying in 1913. My mother was born in 1915 and my uncle Charlie in 1917. She then gave birth to twin girls in 1919. Ruth only survived for a few months from May 05 1919 to September 08 1919, but Ruby May lived to be almost 2 years old.

Following is what I have as a record for Ruby May. Sadly, aside from the dates, I have no actual record of Ruth's birth or death.

1919
Front: Charlotte Ann Robinson (Quinlan), Ruby May Quinlan
Back: Charles Peter Quinlan, Arthur Joseph Quinlan, Mary Elizabeth Quinlan (Rayner)

Two Unusual Images

Over a period of time, Sue was asked to take photos of various parts of herself dressed in various outfits and then combine them later. She took the photos and combined them in her own way, but I decided to see what I could do in Photoshop. I used a recent photo from the trail and then superimposed the various clothing images, including one of her head.

The boots and pants went well enough, and the head isn't too bad, but I couldn't make the top fit as well as I would have liked.

Sue had taken photos from various positions and focal lengths. I hope her group does a similar project next year because we will know to take the four photos using a similar pose and focal length. It was interesting to try to put it together like this, however.

Then for something very different, while poking around on FB, the app showed a base photo of me and asked if I wanted FB (Muse) to make a poster. Well, why not? I am often in a fog, so to speak. 

I didn't know that I was about to become a star in a movie, but here we are. I had no input into this creation. The app just did what it did.

Oh my goodness, it just offered to make another. What⁉️ It sees me as old⁉️

I will not keep doing this, but I wanted to see what the app would come up with. lol

Gomez and Grandma Again

Sue and I indulge ourselves with coffee out, probably too often. It is always plain coffee, and a drive through Tim Hortons is a reasonably inexpensive $4.83 (tax included) for 2 large. But when this ↓ came up on Facebook from our other favourite cafe, Dark & Deadly, with a Movember fundraiser included, we couldn't resist.

Gomez

Our Gomezes

The book is for signing if you so wish, but no one bothers or at least hasn't for quite some time.

It was quite yummy, but by the time we got to the bottom, it was seeming to be too sweet. It was a special treat, but we can purchase three rounds of coffee at Tim Hortons for the same cost, and we enjoy them very much.

Oh, I found a version of the annotated photo of my grandmother that I posted about yesterday. Except the font makes it difficult to read. I may have to reprint the image some day. I have reposted the text below for now for your elucidation.

Charlotte was born in Glengarry County on March 11 1880.

She married Arthur Joseph Quinlan in 1913, and gave birth to

Mary Elizabeth Quinlan in 1915. Charlotte died

in Montreal on December 21 1949

And Barbara wanted a photo of grandma's embroidery. My mother had this one framed a long time ago, and it has been hanging in our spare room for all of our 21 years here. Sue also found another piece, but it is somewhere out of sight for the moment.

Dipping Into the Old Photos

I have been doing a little writing and gathering for a family project of sorts, so I thought I would post some of the recent photos that have become involved. Of course, some, if not all, have appeared in this blog in times past. Once I added the first five photos, I went on to add three more from times my past time.

This first photo wasn't really part of said project, but it has also come to my attention recently. Sue recently came across a piece of my maternal grandmother's embroidery and suggested that I put her picture with some info on the back. Me being me, I don't have a copy of the annotated photo that I made and printed, but here is the base photo.

Charlotte Ann was born in Eastern Ontario in 1880 and died in Montreal in 1949, two years after I was born, so I have no memory of her. Her framed embroidery still hangs on the wall of our spare bedroom.

I do remember her husband, my grandfather Quinlan. We lived with him until I was 7 years old. I am sitting with him and his dog Skippy on the front stairs of his house in Montreal.

Here I am with my dad and other grandpa, Rayner, in front of grampa's garden, maybe in 1952. We are dressed in suits and ties, so it almost had to have been taken after a Sunday dinner after church.

In the late 40s, my father was a lay preacher. I have this photo of him and my mother with a few from the little congregation in Gananoque, Ontario.

Now for a photo of Mom and me, from the late fifties, possibly 1958. Dad was also in the original of this Christmas photo, but I needed one of just mom and me from that time for the project, and it wasn't a good photo of him anyway.

While, I have not required the next photos for my project, I think I may as well as well go on. Phillis Croft was the longest living of my grandparents. She followed us when we moved from Montreal to Toronto, and for a number of years would spend the day at our place before returning to her rented room at night.

Which leads me to one more photo since it completes my whole family. My Uncle Charlie was a diminutive bachelor who only lived into his early fifties. I loved my little uncle with the good sense of humour.

On my wedding day, May 17 1969, my friend took a picture of my with my family before we headed to the church. Yes, everybody was there: the whole clan of four. We are not a much larger family almost 60 years later, there being just 6 of us. There could have been two more thought marriages, but those marriages did not pass the test of time.

Uncle Charlie, Mom, and Dad with me looming behind.