by Sylvia McNicoll | Sep 27, 2009 | Sylvia McNicoll
Just for the record
this was the winning sandcastle
but all of them were fabulous.
I just like digging holes and watching them fill with water.

by Sylvia McNicoll | Sep 27, 2009 | good friends on a road trip
It’s now almost October
and I haven’t said anything about my great summer. Camping in the rain turned out to be one highlight. Lots of hiking with all of my current grandchildren. (There’s a new baby coming in April. ) Great roasted marshmallows and Polish Sausages. One canoe ride in thunder and lightning–next morning we paddled in almost not rain. These two shots should be in reverse order the keen on the roaders at the beginning and then the pals sleeping on top of each other later. Other highlights were cottaging with friends and watching shooting stars, judging the Burlington Sandcastle Competition again, swimming on Labour Day Weekend–it finally stopped raining, and taking part of Telling Tales Story Festival in Westfield Village. I refuse to believe summer’s over so there may be more posts mixed in with my school visit to Canadian Martyrs.

by Sylvia McNicoll | Jul 2, 2009 | Sylvia McNicoll
Fireworks are such a glorious celebration. It’s difficult not to forget yourself and enjoy them.
For Canada Day we met up with friends and walked to Spencer Smith Park. With the rain spitting down, it seemed as though the evening might be a bust. But instead, the clouds cleared and accompanied by such songs as “What a wonderful world,” the colours and lights exploded against the sky. What an inspirational spectacle of exileration.
by Sylvia McNicoll | Jul 2, 2009 | Sylvia McNicoll
Here’s my young looking boss and friend Tiziana Buttignol holding her grandson. I told her she looked like a filmstar breezing into Toronto for the festival. Although I’ve worked for her five years, most of our communication is by email.
Not surprising, I suppose, that I learned via email of her death Monday June 29. A heart attack should only happen to overweight smokers
or 92 year olds who have no one to look after them. It’s not fair.
And I still catch myself going to email her with ideas or articles I’ve seen that maybe could translate into a piece for our magazine. Her emails seem so alive to me.
Now the rest of us have the most difficult job of putting out an issue without her at the helm.
by Sylvia McNicoll | Jul 2, 2009 | Sylvia McNicoll
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