Happy Thanksgiving weekend to Canadian readers, and happy Columbus Day weekend to those of you Stateside!
Now, I realize that a photo of me taken at my old elementary school (which I attended from 1966 to 1971, while my family lived at the Manse in Queensborough) doesn’t exactly scream a Thanksgiving theme, but let me explain.
Raymond and I spent the Saturday of Thanksgiving weekend last year (2011) at a happy event, a celebration of the 50th anniversary of the opening of that very school. It was an unseasonably hot day and we all baked and got sunburned as we sat on the school lawn and listened to speeches and reminiscences and musical numbers. But it was a fun event that brought back lots of good memories, and it was great to see some of my former teachers and schoolmates.
We did something else that Thanksgiving Saturday a year ago, though: we went through the Manse with the realtor who had listed it. It was our second visit (the first had been the previous June) and, since the house was still on the market, we were still thinking about it. My brother John and his two boys and my sister, Melanie, joined us for the visit, and as you can imagine there was a lot of bustle up and down the two sets of stairs as those of us who had once lived there revisited our past.
Later we carried on up to the Sedgwick farm in Haliburton for the annual family Thanksgiving celebration, thinking all the while about the Manse and whether we could or should buy it.
The result of those ruminations and discussions: that we should not. That the house needed too much work, that it was too far away from our home in Montreal, that it just didn’t make sense. Case closed.
Of course, as I write this I am sitting in the Manse’s dining room, one year later. And we are the proud and happy owners.
A lot can happen in a year. And things happen, they say, for a reason.