Sue came into my room last night singing, We Rise Again.
Sha and the kids are overnighting in Kingtson where they are shopping and visiting extended family. Of course, pictures were posted on FB. I hadn't seen them yet, but Sue was seeing a certain likeness between JJ and me.
I scoffed, for I had never seen a similarity, but when I looked at the photos, I was startled. I saw it too, for the first time ever.
JJ started life with very light coloured hair (like my Dad) , so there was no resemblance there. And in recent years, he has worn his hair with one side long. But he has cut it, and now we begin to see a certain likeness.
We then looked for comparison pictures of me as a kid, but couldn't find one that showed the similarity. My goodness! Photos were awful back then fuzzy and faded and we took very few compared to now. I was thinner and taller at that age and combed my hair in a wave up front. There is more of a resemblance when I am older (see later photos, below) and ditched the wave.
Anyway, whether you see the resemblance or not, I scanned some photos, which give me something to blog about today when I wasn't going to bother.
First, his pic (and Danica's) in a restaurant in Kingston. I converted it to b&w because all of the old photos will, of course, be monochrome.
Coincidentally, I also paid a visit to Kingston when I was twelve. Little similarity to be seen here, though. Here are Dad and me on a rainy day at Old Fort Henry.
Here is Jonathan by the water, followed by me near the water in a hideous swim suit, also on the same holiday (I think). Nothing obviously similar here as I am definitely skinnier and, seemingly, taller.
When the waves roll on over the watersAnd the ocean criesWe look to our sons and daughtersTo explain our livesAs if a child could tell us whyThat as sure as the sunriseAs sure as the seaAs sure as the wind in the treesWe rise again in the facesOf our children . . .
And, of course, because it is the 2020s and not the 1950s, I can post a video clip of the song sung by my favourite band, The Rankins. It was done as an Encore in a noisy venue, and I have started the clip after the clapping when they began the song. They also sang this at their Farewell Tour stop in Ottawa and Raylene just about blew the roof off. She died later of cancer, and I suspect that she had been diagnosed at the time, and this song meant an awful lot to her. (It's a poor, amateurish clip, but it means something to me, so here it is.)