S: Tom's Family Book Christmas 2011
FC: The Albig's | "Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow."
1: Thomas Peter Albig
2: November 2011 My Dear Thomas Its hard to know where to begin, so I guess we'll go right to the beginning. You were a wanted child in a busy time of our lives. A lively baby with a gleam in your eye and a lively and happy disposition. When you were only 2 months old, we moved to Germany for a year. There you were enjoyed and much loved especially by Onkel Karl and Tante Herta, who became your God-Mother when you were christened there. When we moved back to Winnipeg, Oma and Opa took over. I think you had a very happy childhood on Henderson Highway. You were a happy and mischievous boy, that brought much sunshine into our lives and some torment into your brother Oliver's. You were eager to start school and had a good time. I know there were many times when you made the teacher lives very interesting, especially in your senior years. I won't mention particular incidents, you remember them better than I do. At home I remember how you spent your time with the younger kids, playing with them and entertaining them. I know they will never forget that. Also how helpful you were around the house, without having to be told. When I think how you shoveled that long driveway and yard all by hand it was amazing. Now you are a grown man with a happy family of your own. You have made a success of your career, of your marriage and of fatherhood. Being a parent yourself now, you will understand how happy and thankful that makes us. I also know that some of what you leaned in the church has helped you how to make
3: your marriage work and how to handle life's situations. When I see how you function as a family I can see all the love and hard work that you and Tricia put in. I am also very happy and thankful for Tricia. Your life together may not have started out the way you would have wanted it, but I believe that you are married to the person God wanted you to be with and Tricia has become very dear to me. I am also very thankful for the times I could babysit. It gave me a chance to be with Kyla, Andrea, Peter and Bailey. You are doing a wonderful job in bringing them up. Which brings me to a touchy subject. Please take this as a loving exhortation and not an accusation. You give them all that they need to grow up to be good people but not preparing them to make an educated choice in how to live their spiritual life. I don't really know how you yourself have it in your heart, but I know that sooner or later we all come to the place where we need God in our life. I can't imagine how I could face my situation without his help and support. I myself was a reluctant convert, but I have come to see it is the only satisfying way to live. Forgive me but I had to have my little say and if you like we can sometime talk about it. You know how much I love you. You have been and are a wonderful son. I couldn't asked for better. With all my love and blessings your very thankful
4: Dad - 19 years old | Sanatorium
5: Sanatorium Dad 17 yrs old | Brothers
6: Three brothers: Horst, Wolfgang and Dad | Oma and Opa. First visit to mom and dad's apartment. | Mom Age 14 | Three brothers again | Dad Sanatorium Age 19 | First Winter in Canada
7: Opa, Unklel Karl, Tante Herta, Oma | Horst and Dad | Three brothers | Sanatorium
8: Opa Passport photo shortly after returning from the War | Mom Age 14
9: Pregnant with Christina | English Gardens | Oma- In mom's 1st apartment | 1st Christmas in Canada
10: Calgary Zoo | Albig's Oma | Gift for Julia
12: Sanatorium - where they met!! | Coming back from Germany
14: Banff - Tom poo'd his pants on the way to the top | Baptism | Duke 1971
15: First year married - on Agnus - Pregnant with Christina
16: Boat ride back from Germany | On a Sunday walk - which they did every Sunday - still dressing in the same clothes
17: Outside Clear Lake | Sitting with Oma and pregnant with Kathy.
18: Married 1965
22: Born February 18, 1970 Weighing 8 lbs | Christening in Germany
23: Thomas Peter
24: Germany Bedroom
26: Christina, Oliver | Tante Helga's and Germany
27: and Tom
28: Still with the housecoat and slippers Some things never change! | Kenora with Unkel Karl
30: You poor boy!!! Not only do remember the jeans with knee patches but now remember the knit slippers!
31: Shortly before you started school | you were always looking after the kids | Whiteshell
32: School Days
34: They just let you hang there while they took the picture.
35: Beaverbrook house and Germany
36: Austin MB
37: On the tractor you inherited with the house | Christina's Birthday 1971
39: Sailing back to Canada You were 2 months old
41: Bus Tour in Lehvre France You pooped yourself so bad you stunk up the bus - nothings changed!!!
42: Kim | Kathy
47: The Happy | foursome
49: In the playhouse you made for them
54: Banff and Lake Louise with Opa. You threw up in the pancake house and pooped real bad again in the Banff gondola
59: Camping in the Whiteshell and Banff
62: This is where it all began. Puerto Vallarta 1995 | Palimino Club November 10, 1994
78: Albig Oma, Steiner Oma and mom (18 yrs), Henderson Hwy - cars, Mom (13 yrs), Sanatorium, dad and Oliver and mom (15 yrs)
79: Confirmation | Dad in a skit | 17 years old
81: Big Brother!!!
83: One of Oma's weekly visits
85: 33rd floor Marriott hotel in Montreal | Germany
88: *When my brothers tom and Oliver were younger - maybe 3 and 5 - they had a bit of an unbalanced relationship. Tom was full of mischief and was perpetually bugging and teasing Oliver. Oliver, on the other hand, was so kind and gentle that he just patiently bore it all without ever retaliating. One day when Tom was giving him a particularly difficult time, my parents pulled Oliver aside and said to him "you know if you really want you can just give it back to him once in a while. It might surprise him enough to make him stop" A little while later they looked out the kitchen window, and there in the back yard was Oliver beating Tom's head against the ground over and over again. *My parents met at a health sanatorium in the Black Forest in Germany in the sixties. They both had tuberculosis. As part of their health regimen they were required to take walks every evening. Their "dating" began with evening walked together. On their first walk my mom tripped and fell flat on her face in
89: front of my dad. Great first Impression. *When Tom was a baby, my parents moved back to Germany for a year. They made the journey by ship. It was an 11 day trip. One night my mom had a top bunk and in the middle of the night, she was awakened from her sleep by the sound of Tom crying. Disoriented but in full Mom mode, she went to her crying baby, stepping confidently over the side of her bunk and crashing to the ground five feet below.