S: Audrey Mae Frisken
FC: 80 Years Young 1931 - 2011 Audrey Mae Frisken
1: With love to Audrey - your positive influence has helped mold each of us, and we are better people for having you in our lives. Happy 80th birthday.
2: 1931 Major Events in 1931: -an understanding that the stock market crash of 1929 would have global, long term effects -mounting tensions in Europe -the death of U.S. inventor Thomas Alva Edison -Al Capone`s incarceration for income tax invasion at Alcatraz -Mahatma Gandhi`s appeal to Britain for India`s independence -the completion of the Empire State building -the legalization of gambling in Las Vegas, Nevada -Maple Leaf Gardens opens in Toronto Cost of Living in 1931: -the average cost of new house $6,790.00 -average wages per year $1,850.00 -cost of a gallon of gas 10 cents -average cost for house rent $18.00 per month -a loaf of bread 8 cents -a pound of hamburger meat 11 cents -new car average price $640.00 Popular Culture: -the films Frankenstein, Mata Hari, and City Lights by Charlie Chaplin -the song “Just One More Chance” by Bing Crosby
3: Born this Year: -Anne Bancroft, The Bronx, New York -James Dean, Marion, Indiana -Angie Dickinson, Kulm, North Dakota -Robert Duvall, San Diego, California -Larry Hagman, Fort Worth, Texas -Leonard Nimoy, Boston, Massachusetts -William Shatner, Montreal, Quebec -Willie Shoemaker, Fabens, Texas -Desmond Tutu, Klerksdorp, Transvaal, South Africa -Boris Yeltsin, Butka, Russia Population in 1931: Canada - 8 788 183 Manitoba – 610 118 Births in Winnipeg - 4 552 (including Audrey Mae Young)
4: Family Memories
5: The more you laugh the longer you live
6: Holland Memories
7: Audrey the educator extraordinaire: Hands on inquiry-based learning? Engaging learners by connecting their interests to the broader world around them? Connecting children with experts in the field? Creating generative lessons as a result of assessing the student’s learning needs? What have I digressed into talking about innovative teaching practices I’ve been supporting in schools this fall? Apparently so, but they are also childhood memories from learning at home. I remember a day in Oakville, coming into the house from outside, with a piece of gravel from the driveway. There was something weird about it. A small column, a spiral, was embedded in the rock. What could it be? How did it get into the rock? I don’t know what most mothers would have done with a little elementary kid with these kinds of questions, but for me, it ended up being a field trip to the Royal Ontario Museum in Toronto. There I was with the carefully guarded piece of gravel in my hand, in one of the back rooms of the museum, being encouraged to ask the curator of the paleontology department for illumination. Not only did he identify the fossil as a crinoid, but he went to one of the big cabinets, opened a drawer, and pulled out a treasure to share with me. It was a small brachiopod that museum staff had cleaned up out of the surrounding stony matrix. He gave a nice little lesson about how they were both animals, how old they were, how they came to be in the rock, and how to pronounce them. I can only imagine how irritating it must have been for everyone in the car to have to listen as I repeated the names “crinoid and brachiopod” for the entire trip home. It cemented an interest in fossils and I have never forgotten their names. This was no isolated event. To reward a good report card, at the end of grade two I think, I got a beach toy. No pail and shovel for David! Instead it was a replica of the USS Nautilus (the nuclear submarine that was the first to cross under the arctic icecap submerged). Cool! I still love all things ship. And, somehow, Santa seemed to find out that I was interested in what a microscope could reveal no wait, in astronomy oops maybe chemistry no, no photography There must have been a spy in the house for Santa to have gotten things right every time! I have some pretty strong suspicions about who that spy was – but I forgive her for tattling. Then there was the day on Heather Road when, during supper preparations, something about the poultry going into the oven made me want to ask about the structure of a chicken’s internal organs. In no time, the kitchen table had been turned into a chicken autopsy lab. A dissecting kit had been unearthed from a drawer somewhere, and the giblets and neck had been sacrificed to my curiosity. It wasn’t just an excuse to slice and dice. I had to report my observations and tentative hypotheses to some critical, but supportive ears.
8: That kitchen table suffered other indignities. At one point after the chicken incident, I developed an interest in radios. Once again, a mother’s willingness to encourage her son’s investigations into the mysteries of the world paid off in good learning. We had an old green Bakelite radio filled with an assortment of vacuum tubes. Here was a gift take it apart, see how the pieces all fit together, rebuild it, and then plug it back in to see if I had been able to get it to work again. The moment of truth proved to be spectacular, in a disaster movie sort of way. There was a mighty arc of electricity, the sound of popping tubes, and the smell of ozone and melted Bakelite. The rebuild was a failure. Even worse, I had scorched the top of the nice maple table that had been used as a lab bench. It would have been perfectly justifiable to be on the receiving end of a chewing out. However, I was not condemned for carelessness, but instead debriefed thoroughly about what I had learned about electricity and safety and not taking things for granted. The lessons about electricity had been indelibly imprinted in my mind. However, it took a couple of more lessons to transfer that concern for safety to chemicals. Hence, the stories about setting fire to the basement because of cleaning bicycle parts with gasoline and melting pie pans with homemade gunpowder and fireworks. How you stayed calm through all those experiments I’ll never know, but thank you. It was wonderful modeling for a future educator.
9: When I First Met Audrey I met Audrey on David’s 16th birthday. His mom was giving him a birthday party and his friends were invited for cake. I had stolen away to visit David on this occasion, not wanting to miss his birthday. I was impressed by this mother who would fuss and bother to make a cake and entertain when she had such a busy life working and going to school. What a wonderful model for me! I remember the genuine interest she took in David’s friends and her interest in getting to know me. As I got to know Audrey, I realized that she was the mom who took her children and their friends to see special music and arts events. My first experiences with art, theatre, ballet and culture were with Audrey. She played the piano at a professional level and loved poetry. Weekends were busy with trips to Gimli, where I was invited to join the picnics and fun. One memorable weekend was the one where she convinced my parents to let me attend a Thanksgiving weekend with her family at Clearwater Bay in a cabin. We hiked and baked our dinner on a wood stove. I made apple pie for everyone! We wandered the beach picking stones and shells. Later, when David and I decided to marry, I remember the welcoming arms and family feeling of Audrey’s congratulations. I have always been at home with Audrey and have cherished her as my mother through the years. Love, Rosanne
10: Audrey the “Energizer Bunny”: No one has ever questioned our family’s energy. Go, go, go! Definitely an inherited trait. It’s a wonderful resource, fuelling wide-ranging interests and involvements, not to mention considerable levels of productivity. Let me tell you, there are children – and oil soaked penguins – who are happy to have hand knit sweaters that were created while watching football games on the television and talking to family on the phone. Oh, and the Habitat families who have benefited from the tender loving care of a strong advocate. And the thrift shop or maybe the arts and crafts group or the thankful recipients of personalized poppycock or, you get the picture! However, there are limits! Let me tell you, it is dangerous to give diet pills to someone who is already highly energetic. All that caffeine results in scenarios like this. “Let’s see now that I’ve finished a full day of work, maybe we can clean house, do the grocery shopping, perhaps put a new coat of paint on the walls What’s this? It’s nine o’clock and we haven’t had supper yet? Well, we’d better get cracking!”
12: Audrey the Health Care Professional: We all know that she was the consummate professional as nurse and nurse educator. The respect she received was well deserved. However, like a good road trip, it is when you go off onto the byways when you find some of the most intriguing stories. Consider the subterfuge involved, for instance, in raiding the hospital laundry for surgical scrubs to make sure I had a good Hallowe’en costume that year on Lorette Avenue. Or maybe we could get a fuller explanation of the logic that turns the same pair of nurse’s bandage scissors into a cook’s kitchen utensil, a gardener’s pruning shears, a painter’s can opener, and who knows what else! Especially when the idea of getting them sharpened after all that abuse is described as a waste of time. They still cut fine if you hold them at the right angle and tighten the screw at the hinge just the right amount. By the way, a table knife is a great replacement for a screwdriver, and much easier to find. Then, there are the special initiations to the field of medicine that we got as the children of a dedicated health care professional. Let’s see, we got to explore the bowels of the Health Science Centre through the various service tunnels that the general public never sees. There were all the hints about how best to tackle the challenges of getting a good meal in a hospital cafeteria. Don’t forget the stories that came home from work, which served to deflate the overblown stereotypes about doctors that the media and other people around us seemed to buy into in the late sixties, as I was growing up.
13: But perhaps my favourite story along this line is when the hospital’s autopsy lab became a key ally in making sure I never became a smoker. It’s easy to forget that at one time, smoking was seen as sophisticated and socially desirable. There were smokers everywhere! In the restaurants, in the theatres, in almost every workplace You name it and you would find the sickly yellow nicotine cloud. Then the evidence started to mount about how harmful it is to one’s health. By the late sixties, the conversation at home was moving from, “Can you pop down to the store to pick me up a pack of king size menthol Cameos?” to “It’s time I quit smoking and I don’t want you to ever consider starting.” (A couple of asides: note that it was seen as unambiguously normal to send the kids out to buy cigarettes for the adult. How times change. Secondly, I’m not sure whether there was a secret feminist message being sent by identifying the Cameo cigarettes, whose target consumers were female, as king-sized, but I’m game for a conspiracy theory if you are. And whatever you do, don’t buy MacDonald tobacco! That’s what Grandpa smoked and it was harsh!) Anyway, back to the story. We were in for a field trip to the autopsy lab in the basement of the Health Sciences Centre. Yeah, there are just a few of the staples from a bad horror movie to set the tone for some imaginative children. So, imagine the little parade. Determined mother followed by three children. The oldest, me, is in grade six or seven. The walls are an institutional yellow. Like any basement, there is a musty smell, but it is overlaid with the unique doors particular to an autopsy suite. And there are jars filled with various organs, preserved for display. Examine closely, children. This is the enlarged heart of a smoker. This blackened and scarred lump is a cancerous lung. Look how different it is from this healthy pink one! No superficial glances take a close look. Just one question, after all these years was it the fact that you were quitting smoking at the time that contributed to the intensity of the lesson?
14: Audrey the Culture Concierge: Raising three children to appreciate the finer things in life, when you are on an extremely limited budget, is definitely a challenge. But it is a challenge that can be met with some creativity and a lot of effort. Dining out is one of the joys of higher society. But that costs money! However, it is not much money if you sneak a bagged lunch into one of the Eaton’s restaurants (some Winnipeg Eaton history at http://www.flickr.com/photos/55605398@N00/74007645/ ) and only buy a tea to go with it. A hint, however in mid winter Winnipeg, don’t pack egg salad sandwiches for that lunch. When they freeze and then thaw, the egg filling gets rubbery and acquires a strange metallic taste. If a brown bag sneak is not your style, how about tracking down the all you can eat places just north of Portage Avenue. It turns out there’s a different issue with that. Taking three children, all with very hearty appetites to an all you can eat can result in the owner of the restaurant coming to your table and telling your family that you are not welcome back at his restaurant – ever again. No worries! The food wasn’t all that great anyway. However, the food was great on special occasions like birthdays. These were celebrations to save for. Those were times where we were privileged to see some of the truly fine dining locations available, like the Factor’s Table at Hotel Fort Garry. Ambiance and great company; how could you go wrong! I think that the idea of picnicking has always been one of our favourite ways of dining out. There’s nothing quite like putting a big spread out under a blue, blue sky, listening to the rustle of leaves in a warm breeze. And we have had tons of picnics to enjoy although nothing quite like the one we had one weekend before we ever left Oakville. Imagine the scene. We are out in the car. It is a gorgeous summer day. Everyone is out, so the parks are full. Then you see it. A lovely green space with scattered big trees to provide shade over lush grass, and not a person in sight. We had this park to ourselves. Oh joy! Lay out the blanket and unpack the food. But wait. What’s this in the grass? Some sort of plaque. And there’s another one, and another! Goodness me, we are in a cemetery! Quick. Pack up. Maybe there’s a free table at one of the crowded parks. Let’s go! Now, children, now!
15: When we moved to Winnipeg, hopping in a car to find a picnic site was out of the question for a long time because there was no car to do it. So, what were the options? A bus trip to Assiniboine Park would work. Especially if it was also one of the days with a free performance of the Royal Winnipeg Ballet on the lawn outside of the Pavilion Building. Ballet was not the only cultural option available to us. There were a surprising number of free and inexpensive cultural events available in Winnipeg, and we made the most of them. CBC was definitely a friend. Thanks to their support for community and culture, we enjoyed much music in the old Winnipeg Auditorium south of the Bay. If I remember correctly, once we even got to see Duke Ellington perform there. I even got to introduce Rosanne to the joys of these concerts with the family. By the time Rosanne and I had started to date, the auditorium had been replaced with the concert hall on Main Street, and the old building was being transformed into the Manitoba Archives. So, this concert, one where the music was all percussion, took place in the new St Boniface Cathedral that had been built within the shell of the old church that had burned down in 1968. This love of music, dance, art, architecture, museums, and good food was a passion that has to be shared. Thus it was no surprise that grandchildren were welcomed into the circle as soon as possible. One of the images that came to mind as I thought of this – a mirrored image, sometimes with Shaun’s face and sometimes with Jeremy’s – is of the boys sitting with their Grandma at the big black baby grand piano, learning what it means to look like a maestro. Love, David
16: Vegas Trip – February 2004 I missed my Seattle connection by three minutes due to a shuttle ride from the Alaska Air flight across the terminal. I thought I had missed Audrey and would arrive in Vegas alone. I grabbed a quick break in the ladies’ room and there she was, combing her hair! Audrey’s first flight from Kelowna was rearranged due to tight connections. We went for a beer and nachos dinner, fending off other bar patrons, and caught our flight together to Vegas. We cleared the Vegas airport and arrived by taxi at The Club Soleil for 10 pm. What a trip! We checked in and decided we needed breakfast foods, snacks, tea, wine and quick lunch stuff to help our food budget. We walked 6 blocks to the Albertson’s at midnight and paid for our groceries and walked back. Audrey is fearless. No timid stay at the timeshare for her. She is in her element anywhere, anytime, and with anyone. Touring the strip, admiring the sights and architecture, and enjoying the entertainment there, was a full six-day trip. We visited the Mandalay Bay Hotel, the Luxor Hotel, the Excaliber Hotel, the NewYork NewYork Hotel and Casino, and the MGM on the first day. We loved the stairwell and chandeliers at the Mandalay Bay Hotel. The Luxor was our second stop and was like an immense West Edmonton Mall movie set with its huge pyramid, steles, the Valley of Kings statues and the Sphinx. I loved it when Audrey sat down to check her Vegas tour map at the Excalibur not realizing she had a dragon peering over her shoulder. The Tournament of the Kings Medieval Dinner and show was great fun and memorable entertainment. The Excalibur Medieval Dinner and Show had very basic fare with roast meat and bread, and a fruit pastry dessert, and beer. The Tournament of Kings had wizards, knights and kings on horses jousting in a huge arena, combat and mace and shield, jugglers, performers, singers, dancers and ladies etc. We have a picture of us together enjoying the mead and the meala great keepsake.
17: New York New York was our main shuttle drop off; we spent a lot of time there. Audrey and I weren’t much on gambling. She showed me how to do the nickel machines. I was a big spender gambling all week, spent $10.75 and made $11.00. Audrey was much luckier than I. MGM had the big MGM Lion. Audrey started a shot glass collection of famous casinos of Las Vegas as a Xmas present for Frank that first day and we looked in every hotel and casino on the strip for the best ones. Vegas felt like an adult’s play park; attractions and architecture were scaled down from their counterparts in Europe or Egypt, and everything had a fantasy-like glitz and shimmer to it with the bright lights and noisy casino machines. Palm trees in the middle of a desert atmosphere gave it a feeling of unreal fantasy; incredible design and architecture kept my camera finger busy. The Bellagio is an Italian Hotel and Casino, very expensive and sophisticated. We wandered the shops with Italian Glass and masks. By the registration desks, there was an immense hall, that had a glass installation by Chihuly in the roof. Words can’t describe the beauty of all that colour and fine Italian glasswork by this American artist. The flowers resembled sea flowers and had a wonderful watery colour. I was with Audrey when I saw my first Monet Exhibition. The Monet exhibition had an incredible 18 pieces of his art ranging throughout his lifetime with some very famous pieces to view like WaterLilies. Audrey has always loved fine art and music and has made them a part of her life and ours. We caught the Bellagio Water Ballet that day and later at night. We had our chicken dinner at the Cheesecake Cafe behind the major Poseidon display at the Caesar’s Palace. We found the Tickets 2 Nite for Neil Diamond Revue by Jay White, an impersonator, at the Riviera casino and enjoyed singing along to the music.
18: Freemont Street was a retrospective of the History of Man from amoeba to space station and had amazing visuals and music. 2001- A Space Odyssey. Did I say that Audrey was fearless? We had walked the shops for a bit until the atmosphere changed at the end of the street around 9:30 pm. Some of the girls were hawking for customers outside the shop and I saw a drug deal going down at the corner, so Audrey and I left the Harley Davidson shop where she was admiring a biker teddy bear. Did I mention her teddy bear collection? The Alladin had the most interesting exterior with steep waterfalls and palm trees along a narrow strip that felt like an oasis. The Eastern motif spires and minarets and designs were alongside terracotta horses and Ala Baba décor. We hurried to The Venetian because we had arranged for a magic show and comedy act there in the afternoon on a free coupon. We had gelato ices and cappuccinos in the café with our lunch and admired the wonderful stylish shops of the Venetian and their canals. We spent time at The Venetian and toured the Guggenheim Museum nearby. It was hosting a very special exhibit of Modern Art Paintings From Renoir to Rothko. It was a traveling exhibit on loan from the Boston Fine Arts Museum. I had not realized until this point, that it was the exhibit that was on display next to my sister’s work in the Boston Museum! We caught the Treasure Island Show in the pm and viewed the Mirage Volcano Falls in the evening. The Magic Show was fun the next day; I had never been to one. We spoiled ourselves to an expensive dinner at the Venetian and 1/2 price tickets to The Lord of the Dance River Dancing with Michael Flatley at the Venetian. What will always stand out for me was the amazing art, design, architecture and interiors. I will always be happy to have had a chance to spend so much quality time with Audrey. She was fun and interested in so many of the things that I enjoy on a trip. We were well suited as travel mates. I am so glad she talked me into taking this trip with her. I came back with a case of sensory overload and many happy memories of Vegas and our trip together. A trip like that leaves you thirsty to experience more travels; thanks for sharing that adventure with me, Audrey! Love, Rosanne
20: Memories of Grandma . . . it's so hard to put all my memories into clear-cut moments or single still frames. In a lot of ways my memories of Grandma are blended impressions, multiple times that leave an overall impression. A person is more than the sum of the parts, and the same is true of my remembrances. There are a few moments I can share however . . . One of my earliest, and fondest, memories of Audrey is from when we lived in Winfield and she lived in Camrose. I always loved to visit Grandma at her house with the strawberries around the deck and the hot tub in the basement. This memory though, instead is focussed around the piano. I was my little artiste self and I had pulled myself up onto the bench, little legs hanging off, and I was banging away on the keys, more like a finger painter than a pianist, when Grandma came over and sat next to me (maybe she just couldn't put up with the racquet I was raising, I'll never know). She smiled down at me, and then patiently tried to teach me the very basics of music. I can't remember any of the lessons anymore, but I remember how happy I was to spend time with Grandma at the big piano, and how happy she was as I tried (unsuccessfully) to play. That smile meant more, far more, than the lesson.
21: Another memory, one, which is, tied both to Grandma and Camrose again, is a collage memory rather than a single event. It ties to something that's even more at the front of my mind as this week grows to a close, and that's Grey Cup. I loved going to Grandma's every year for Grey Cup because it was more of a family event than a sporting event. We spent the whole day talking, laughing, watching football, eating (a family hazard) and just enjoying each other's company. Then, after the game, we'd have the huge, almost Thanksgivingesque, dinner. Grandma went out of her way to spoil us in every way possible. Those game days are why I still try to spend each Grey Cup watching the game with family. So this memory, in a way, isn't about a memory at all, but about the future. With Grey Cup fond reminiscing about the past and those times Grandma gave me has left a legacy and a tradition I hope to carry on into the future.
22: Finally, there is the essential Audrey, and that of course is tied to Teddy Bears. So many memories of Grandma are tied to bears. There was the trip to the Teddy Bear display at the museum. There was the new bear that showed up after every trip, every vacation, and every big event . . . and each had his own little outfit, back-story, and name. There were the bears we gave her to join her colony as presents when we came back from trips, or for birthdays, Christmas etc. I guess you could think of the bears as Grandma's little army, but only Audrey would have an army that was small, furry, soft, and lovable. With love, Shaun
23: When I was about 16 we all went out to Kelowna for Christmas and we took it upon ourselves to do one of those murder mystery parties. Grandma, being the fun loving woman that she is, decided that we should make the experience as authentic as possible. Since the setting of the murder mystery involved a séance we decided we needed to have a table covered with candles. This worked very well until we noticed that the table itself had caught on fire. I learned that day that sometimes things like that happen at a good party. | In 2009, Amanda and I went out to Kelowna to visit Grandma Audrey. We had spent the day going on a variety of wine tours in the Okanagan Valley. We were at an interesting one that aged all of its wines in a pyramid lined with quartz crystals and copper when we noticed that there was smoke across the valley fairly close to Westbank. We headed back to Grandma's to make sure that we had everything ready in case we needed to clear out from the fire. We put paintings and important paperwork in my car and then we sat around for a little bit deciding what we should do. The three of us decided that since we were as prepared as we were going to get there really was only one thing to do. We mixed up some margaritas, sat back, watched the water bombers and visited on the patio.
25: When Grandma and Grandpa came back from Malta they told lots of great stories about their trip. The stories that really caught my attention were about the Knights of Malta. I found the idea of an island that was turned into a great castle and inhabited by knights fascinating. I think that was when I realized how much I wanted to travel the world. In 2009, Amanda and I followed in their footsteps and went to Malta. It was every bit as great as I had imagined back then. With love, Jeremy
26: Rempel Memories
27: My mother confidant, mentor and friend has helped meld me into the person I am. She is the one I am silly with, cry with and share my life’s adventures with. She has unconditionally loved me throughout my life.
28: Many of the memories I have of growing up with Audrey are snapshots that I hold dear. I remember: -walking along a nature path holding my mother’s hand in High Park in Toronto. -the train ride adventure moving from Toronto to Winnipeg. I remember the seats facing one another and thinking that was so convenient for play, and the kind interest the train’s conductor had for a young mother with three small children. -for a short time sharing a bed with my mom on Lorette Road and feeling as though it was the safest place in the world. -being sung to at bedtime. Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ral (That’s an Irish Lullaby), Early Each Day to the Steps of St. Paul’s (from Mary Poppins), It’s a Long Way to Tipperary, and many others. I remember thinking my mother had the most beautiful voice and loved this quiet time we shared. -shopping for weekly groceries. It was a family affair. Once, I mentioned that I loved chocolate Ladyfingers. I was thrilled when I was told I could get a package, because even back then I realized money was tight. Another memory involves a warning my mother had``Whoever has the eggs, don’t drop them.`` Slip, fall, splat, oops. -attending many Royal Winnipeg Ballet performances and going backstage afterwards to meet the dancers. My love of dance was firmly established as a young girl. I especially remember Rodeo, and The Ecstasy of Rita Joe with Chief Dan George. -thinking how beautiful she was when she wore a designer yellow chiffon dress to a Health Sciences Christmas party. -making my mother take her hair down from the bun she used to wear it in, so my friends in Windsor Park could see how long and pretty her hair was. -going to the Red River Exhibition thanks to Dr. Swerhone. One time in particular I remember my mom gamely going through the turning drum in a fun house and falling (probably because she had come from work and had a dress and heels on). -every Christmas growing up. The traditions that were established and are still followed the tree trimming party, the Christmas Eve present that was always pjs, the early morning opening of the stockings that was permitted before we woke up the household, the beautiful gifts that were always lovingly selected, the delicious Christmas dinners. -taking a taxi home from Eaton’s with a brand new black and white television. -having my love of antiques piqued when I received a very pretty butterfly pin as a birthday gift that my mom had picked up at an antique sale. -eating steak and kidney pie at grandma’s and enduring it so my mom wouldn’t get in trouble.
29: -hearing her play Beethoven’s Furelise with passion and finesse. That piece of music still touches my soul and will always be associated with my mother. -when John came into our lives and the joy I felt at my mother’s happiness. -the weekly Sunday picnics. One time in particular I remember was when we picnicked at a small wayside park close to Brandon. There was a hungry hitchhiker that my mom shared our lunch with. I remember thinking how generous and kind she was. -the Frisken wedding at a beautiful, small stone church on the University of Winnipeg campus with the intimate reception at the Hotel Fort Garry. It was a meaningful, love-filled ceremony. There are thousands of these moments in my life. Growing up I loved and admired my mom, but it was not until my adult life that I came to understand the sacrifices, and the depth of my mother’s love and friendship and the impact these have had on my life.
30: Kathy, Bob, and Mommy’s Road Trip in 2004 As I look back on this trip, I have a smile on my face and I am shaking my head in disbelief. This was a trip of adventure, belly laughs, new experiences and mother/daughter bonding, but also one where two ladies could at times have had a little more common sense. After a fun antique hunting trip with David and Rosanne in Nanton, we stopped at Head Smashed In Buffalo Jump. The clouds were ominous, but we weren’t to be deterred. Kathy had pictures to take for her new class of grade sixes to illustrate the height of the cliffs and the clever hunting method of our Plains First Nations peoples. Several other park visitors were scurrying back to their cars, and in worried tones of voices urged us to do the same. It was not until fingers that were beginning to form into a tornado, hail and large drops of pelting rain fell that we began the long trek back to the car.
31: That night we dined in a small town called Cardston. Earlier we had checked into a lovely inn called Rocky Ridge Country Resort that was close to the town. Dinner was eaten and we decided to explore (which we are apt to do). Much to our surprise we came upon a colossal Church of Latter Day Saints temple that was lit up a golden colour against the night sky. Realizing the time, we decided to return to the resort. We were once again taken by surprise when we arrived and found that all lights had been turned off. This resort is in the middle of nowhere and it was pitch dark. Amid gales of laughter, we were able to slowly inch our way along the walls of the hall to finally find our room.
32: The next day, we continued with our adventure by going to Waterton Lakes. We had a lovely time sightseeing, but unfortunately did not really learn from the previous day when common sense had been needed. For some reason, all bears that lived in Alberta had migrated to Waterton National Park. We saw many, many black bears that day, but for some reason decided to explore Red Rock Canyon despite the bear warning. It was one of the few times that day we did not see a bear. That same day we crashed an art gallery (Leitch Gallery) showing in Pincher Creek that had a luncheon reception. I would have never had the nerve, but my mother was hungry and she does have an appreciation for art, so in we went. We were graciously received and the artwork was admired and on we went for the next adventure. Suppertime was in Fernie. After a delicious dinner at the Curry Bowl we went for a walk about town, because that is what we do. As we walked towards the car, we were loudly greeted by a house full of teens who encouraged us to join their raucous party. We were tempted, but had our own bottle of wine waiting back at the bed and breakfast. Two days into our vacation, and my mother is imprisoned! Actually it was easy to break her out as it was in the historical town of Fort Steele, and opening the door easily sprang her. We enjoyed a presentation at the Wild Horse Theater, then later a swim to cool off at Wasa Lake.
33: Our adventures on this trip were not yet over We explored the Frank Slide and the Hillcrest Mines Cemetery that was across from the slide area where a memorial is erected to honour all miners killed underground in Canada, a walk in the Riverside and Fairmont Hot Springs area where a mother cougar and her cub had been spotted earlier, but the craziest hours were spent hiking in the Kootenay Parkway. We started off doing an easy descent to view Sinclair Falls via Juniper Trail. Because the ascent was so steep, we decided to take a short cut. Our “short cut” took us up 1135 meters to the top of the Kindersley-Sinclair Summit. For much of the “short cut” we were concerned that we would meet wildlife that would be very interested in the lunch we were carting. Ten kilometers later, we reached the highway and trudged back to the car. Talk about the blind leading the blind. The remainder of the trip was equally memorable...a drive through the Kootenay Parkway where we saw the devastation from the 2001 wild fires, the paint pots of ocher, elk along the Bow Valley Parkway, lunch at the Banff golf course, and finally a delightful visit to Canmore. Travelling with my mom and Bob was at times scary, often peppered with laughter and great conversation, but always memorable. Love always, Kathy
34: Frank’s Memories I remember one evening not too many years ago when Audrey was visiting us in Winnipeg in December. The day had been spent looking for bargains at the Nygard stores, followed by a Christmas party at Corrine’s. Afterwards, we ended up at the Tavern for a drink. Well wouldn't you know it, while sitting at the bar, Audrey struck up a conversation with a rather well fortified young fellow who appeared to be lonely. It wasn't long before she had a new friend and had agreed to dance with him. Funny thing was, there was no dance floor. Audrey, the one who befriends all. I have fond memories of the years when John and Audrey lived in Camrose, Alberta. We spent many happy hours sliding down the hill at the park in the winter, going to the beach, relaxing in the hot tub and sitting around the table playing games and enjoying each other’s company. Audrey, the consummate hostess. In 2008, Kathy and I where fortunate enough to meet Audrey in Vegas. We arrived late at night, and Audrey met us at the resort. After tipping the driver and getting a welcome hug from Audrey, I picked up our luggage and followed the ladies to the room. Audrey and Kathy where so involved in their conversation that no one noticed I had fallen into a thorn bush until 2 days later when Kathy inquired about the extensive bruising and scratches on my arm. Vegas was a blast. New adventures, great conversation, and late nights following the never-tiring Audrey around. Love, Frank
36: I'll always remember that Grandma came to all 18 of my dance recitals. She never missed one and seemed excited for each and every dance. One year we did a ballet dance to "Breathe" and it seemed to really get to Grandma. It was nice to see that my dance had touched someone. I love Grandma's sense of humor. We had so much fun that time when we had a "backwards party" at the house in Camrose. We all dressed with our clothes on backwards and made a party out of it. Grandma is so much fun and is always up for an adventure! | I admire your strength, Grandma. You have been through a lot and you still stand tall and smile widely. You are a very strong, independent woman and I look up to that. With all you've been through you still find the time to help others and that is amazing. I also love your sense of adventure. You have a "zest" for life that is infectious. You're 80 years old and you have the energy of a twenty year old. With love, Jessie
38: I remember grandma's garden in Camrose. I remember looking for slugs and picking edible flowers. I remember Jessie and I spending the day with Grandma and Grandpa at West Edmonton Mall. We spent the day cruising the mall and then taking a ride in the submarine in the middle of the mall. I remember the excitement of seeing all of the fish, turtles and various other sea creatures. The night before Jeremy’s wedding in Kananaskis, we spent the evening at the hotel bar catching up and having drinks with friends and family. I don’t remember whose idea it was, but we ended up lining up the bar with shots (bottle caps to be exact). For those of you who do not know what bottle caps are, it is a shot consisting of sourpuss and root beer schnapps, which is then dropped into a glass of lime juice. So the bartender lined up all the shots, and in waltzes grandma. Like the party animal she is, she takes one and downs it faster than all of us. That same night grandma decides to sit down at a VLT and proceeded to play on someone else’s dime. The man who had gone up to the bar to get a drink came back to his seat to see grandma playing his machine. Fortunately everything ended well, after all who can get mad at 'innocent" little grandma? In fact, if memory serves me right, he even offered her twenty dollars to play with so she would sit down at the VLT next to him. She adopts everyone! I will always remember sitting down with grandma whenever she comes to visit and listening to all of her stories from her world travels to her mischievous childhood. Grandma has led a fascinating life and it’s always a treat to sit and listen to stories from her past or what new adventures she has gotten into. Love, Tyler
40: Frisken Memories 1. Audrey and Dad’s wedding: who can forget the ball and chain! 2. Microwaves: Terry and I went to a wedding in Minnedosa about 30 years ago. Dad and Audrey were living in Rivers at the time and babysat Iain. They also put us up for the weekend. I noted that in the kitchen was a microwave. In the basement, unplugged was the oven. 3. Dad and I were living in Rivers and Audrey came for a visit. I complained about having to shave all the time and she described in detail how much more area she had to cover with her legs and armpits! 4. I have always appreciated that Audrey has kept me in her life. She has been a huge support for both Leslie and I especially during Sandy’s illness. She has been a great StepMom to me and Mother-in-law to Leslie. 5. Audrey and Dad’s love for each other was amazing. I was in admiration of the strong bond they had. Audrey continues to keep Dad’s memory alive for us. Love Rod
42: Lesley’s Memories Life is never dull when you are around Audrey and it is always fun! After John died, Audrey started sending us her memories of special occasions or just things like spring arriving. She wrote about what she and John would do during those times. I read those memories from start to finish and often had a tear in my eye. I was very taken by the love that she and John shared. I also felt privileged to have been included in the sharing of those memories. I have kept all of them and have often thought that Audrey should compile a book of them. I have known Audrey for about 18 years and have felt a connection with her since first meeting her. It might be that we are both nurses or it might be that we both have loved Frisken men. Love, Lesley
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44: Palm Springs, Two Thousand and Ten, November. A vacation with Audrey we'll always remember. Audrey is missing at Vancouver and we are beginning to get frantic. Seems her luggage has been lost and was sent to domestic. Landed in Phoenix and we all need a snack. Audrey ordered a burger twice the size of Big Mac. Drove To Palm Springs during the darkness of night. Woke up the next morning and the sun was so bright. Ate lunch at a Mexican Restaurant with fond memories. Had drinks at a lounge not changed since the fifties. Shopping was furious and casinos paid out. But not for poor Audrey, Oh Audrey don't pout! Found a sale on shoes that was simply divine. You would think poor Audrey could find a size nine. Drove a switch-back highway to the Mission of Capistrano. Then off to a ghost town named Calico in San Bernardino. | Back to Phoenix with time to spare, Shopped at Old Scottsdale with nary a care. Now at the airport time to sit back and drink. Over the intercom, Audrey's name. What to think? We're late for our flight, the looks we get quite sour. We don't understand it, we still have an hour. We get in our seats, our minds we do wrack, How were we to know Arizona never turns back! What makes Audrey so great? The question is dumb! When you meet Audrey, you wish she was your mom!! We love you Audrey, Happy 80th Birthday Love Gwen, Dave and Tara | Good and Millsap Memories
46: Moxness Memories We were introduced to John and Audrey in Camrose, Alberta, by my aunt, Beatrice Frisken. She was the wife of my Mother's brother, Don. Aunt Bea was very excited for us to meet the newest family tree member, shirt-tail or not, blood is thicker than water ---- eh? Instantly I knew John was our relative and seemed much closer than I thought. For me, it was like meeting another brother. His actions and looks were so much like my older brother, George. During our conversation, when they found out we were from Kelowna, they said, "Oh, we are moving to Kelowna!" We were excited to have a relative soon moving close by. Naturally, we invited them to stay with us if ever they needed to. Some time passed. When the telephone rang one evening, it was Audrey telling us they would soon be homeless. They been with daughter, Kathy, in Winnipeg much too long and she was kicking them out. Hmm-m-m , I wonder? Ha. It was soon time to welcome our newfound cousins, and we were excited. Our first meal was a cold one on the patio, so it must have been summer. The usual - ham, potato salad, etc.. As I was cleaning up and almost ready to scrape the remaining little bit of potato salad into the garbage, Audrey yelled at me (yes, she really did), “Don't throw that away, I'll eat it before I go to bed." And she did. Right at 10 P.M. she came up from downstairs, looking smart in a lovely kaftan, went into the fridge and got the potato salad out and came to the patio to eat it. Ha ha, I'll never forget our first evening with our dear new cousin Audrey as she ate (and I think enjoyed) our leftovers. From then on we knew we would get along, have fun, and enjoy our new family and we have.
47: To sum up, Audrey, I am going to include a few favourite quotes of mine "Take your chances doing things that may look crazy to other people." "I have never felt the fact of being a woman, put me at a disadvantage" "It's not how old you are, but how you are old." "Do not deprive me of my age, I've earned it." "Having the ability to love, makes a difference in staying young." "The woman who is not afraid to use her small means to assist others, need not fear poverty." "Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others, cannot hide it from themselves." "Friends are those wonderful, unselfish people who give their time, their strength and their hearts to others." "Because we cannot call people without wings, angels, we call them friends." I for one am proud to call Audrey, FRIEND Love from the shirt-tail cousin Nancy Patricia (and John too, of course) P.S. Did you know she travels everywhere with "Bob'? I think he is a favourite.
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51: Happy 80th Birthday Audrey Mae Frisken With Much Love from your Family