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Sandy is One Awesome Gal!

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1: Sandy taking a pic of the birds being fed. We are our on the ice of the bay | Taken in Florida, on a trip with Doug's parents, and sister Sandy. Kelly had turned one year old in October and this was taken in December, I believe, the following year.. so 1966. | Sandy taking a pic with her new SLR camera from Fluff Friends

2: We are off snowshoeing. Same trail was used by showshoers, X-country skiers, dogsled teams aand horse drawn sleigh. This was my first experience snowshoeing, Sandy's first in quite a few years. She had snowshoes which we brought with us | Sandy taking pics. We are out on the lake looking back to the shoreline; first time I have stood on Lake Superior | Sandy taking a pic from the lookout | Sandy taking a pic as we approach Tiffiny Falls in the distance | Resort took these pics of everyone booking a sleigh ride

3: We are now out in the lake, getting ready to take some pics

4: Sandy taking pics of the dogs | Looking to the back of the unit. Sandy is standing in the jacuzzi admiring the view

5: Sandy is trying to take a pic of the butterfly | This version was cropped from a scan of the original pic

6: Sandy has now become used to the butterfly resting on her shoulder and carries on taking pics

7: Another friendly staff member offered to take our photo in front of the fireplace. | This and next series of pics, show a buttefly landing and staying on Sandy's shoulder for quite some time

8: Our friendly young waitress offered to take a photo of us at our table. | This picture was taken with a timer and my camera sitting on the table beside us.

9: Darryl took this photograph of me with a Rice Paper butterfly resting on my arm. It alighted just after we left the display of chrysalises and stayed on my arm for quite awhile. I went on a long walk and took many pictures with it resting there.

10: The adults | Christmas night and my mother's family is here for dinner. Seated beside me is my grandmother, Clara Remmers Brewer and my dog, Smokey. Standing, from left to right are my dad, Lloyd Dyment, my mom, Doris Dyment, her sister-in-law, my Auntie Gladys Brewer, a brief girlfried of Bob Brewer, (standing beside her, and younger son of Gladys), Doreen Brewer, his older sister, Bill Brewer, the middle child, and my grandfather, John Henry (Jack) Brewer. I hope that wasn't too confusing. : ) | This was taken directly behind the house. The gentleman is sitting on the cover to our well.

11: Off to the 1968 SCVI graduation formal with Andy Sarkany on my arm. He arrived on his mororcycle, so we walked over to the dance from the motel. The highschool was on the other side of the swimming pool from the gravestones. I am wearing another homemade creation. It was made from the same pattern as the previous gown but in fall fabrics of green velvet and brocade with a gold velvet empire sash and bow. I made my evening purse out of leftover green velvet from the top part of the dress and used a gold cord for a drawstring. I created it without using any pattern. | On the stage during the actual performance. Notice how we are both looking at Carol Cookson in the centre? That's because she knew the steps by heart and we danced in step to her. : P | In the fall of 1968, my last high school portrait was taken. It was my second year of grade thirteen and I graduated with several extra credits. | In front of the wet bar, down in the recreation room in the basement of our home.

12: Summer, 1952. The Dyment first cousins and first cousins once removed. Top row: Marguerite McDougall, Marilyn Farnan and Roger Dyment. Despite the vast age differences, we are all first cousins. On either side of me in the front row are Cathy (l) and Sheilagh (r) McDougall, Marguerite's Children. Completing the row is Doug, my brother. | Taken in North Bay, ON, 1952, where we rented a cottage each summer during the last week in July and the first week in August. The place was called "Camp Friendship", if I remember correctly. | Decorating the Christmas tree. This would have been 1959, our first Christmas in our Niagara Falls, Tip Top Motel, home. I still use the same metal star and iron tree stand on my Christmas tree to this very day.

13: Doug, myself and the son of the owner of the cottages. | Freshly washed hair, drying in the sun.

14: Walking with my parents, Lloyd and Doris Dyment. This was taken, I think, when we went to pick up my brother from a Cub Scout camp. | Our 1967 Christmas vacation in Florida at the Wilshire Motel, St. Pete's Beach. Axel Ruprecht and I are hanging out around the pool. | Riding barefoot on my tricycle in front of the garage. Inside are our Austin Willy and our Austin Minor. | Taken on Christmas night, in our room at the Wilshire Motel in St. Pete's Beach, FLA. Beside me is Axel and to his left is Penny, the grandaughter of a neighbour from Niagara Falls. | The fall of 1967...grade 13...the first time. I am 17 years old.

15: This photo of my dad, mom and I was taken by Mrs. Duckett, a frequent visitor to our motel from Minneapolis. We went to their home one winter for a short visit. This pic was taken with one of the first versions of a Polaroid camera and given to us. It truly was amazing to watch a photo develop before our eyes and it has withstood the test of time not too badly. This is my favourite dress that I made...other than my wedding gown. | The start of taking school photos in the fall instead of the spring. Grade 9, Sept., 1963. | Taken in the original Busch Gardens. They had a beer garden and a lovely park setting with lots of caged wildlife and a small parrot show. Here is one sitting on my arm. | In the spring of 1967, I was growing my hair long again and I met a boy from Niagara Falls on a bus ride back from Ottawa. He asked me to his graduation formal at NFCVI. I had to keep it under wraps because it was our rival school. I made this dress for the formal.

16: Grade twelve, Sept., 1966, age 16. | Grade 10, taken the fall of 1964.

17: Sitting on the rocks in a little park in Ottawa, holding my niece, Kelly. Summer of 1966, I believe. | On the steps of the pool at the Wilshire Motel in St. Pete's Beach, FLA. December, 1966. Once again, with my niece, Kelly.

18: I have my gear packed and am ready to head off to my dance classes. | Grade 11 class photo at SCVI, Sept., 1965. I am in the front row on the far left. | Another photograph taken at the same pool on the same trip. Lynne Dyment, my brother's wife, is on the left, with her daughter Kelly, and my mom is in the middle and I'm on the right, wearing my first two piece bathing suit. | Now we are sitting on the front steps of our home, scrutinizing a photograph.

19: Striking a ballet pose under the maple tree on our front lawn. | Alone in the center of my double bed with my reversible satin quilt. The gold side is up (my favourite) and I remember it was very heavy on my feet.

20: I am standing in front of the weeping mulberry in one of my dance recital costumes. I believe I am supposed to be a woodland sprite. I loved to play house inside the pendulous branches of this tree. | I have a small series of colour photos that have badly discoloured over time. I think I have come home from a birthday party with a prized ballon. I am standing at the backyard end of our formal living room. It was 35 feet long. | Hiding behind one of the winged chairs beside the fireplace, where we have just hung our Chrismas stockings for Santa to fill.

21: Christmas morning with my most treasured Christmas present of all time, my doll buggy. It was pink and white metal and tje pink vinyl sun hood folded up and down. It had spring suspension and a carry basket mounted underneath and I took my baby cousin, Linda Brewer, for rides in it when they visited. This was taken in the front hall of my home and behind me are the bevelled glass doors to our slate floored vestibule. The front doors lay beyond.

22: Christmas eve and Mom is reading me a story about Santa Claus. It is a large cloth-like paper book. Right before bed, though, was always "T'was the Night Before Christmas". A tradition that exists to this day in both my brother's family (with the original book) and mine (with a Tasha Tudor version). | This is the pear tree in our backyard. It was Doug (hiding behind the tree) who placed me in the fork of the branches.

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