A couple of weeks ago, Hubby and I made what I hope will become an annual pilgrimage to Alberta to spend Canadian Thanksgiving with our son and his family. Both my son and his wife were born on Thanksgiving Day, two years and two days apart, so it’s an extra special time for us.
This was their first Thanksgiving in their new house, in their new city, and several of us came together to celebrate it with them. My little grandsons may have not understood the significance of having both sets of grandparents, as well as two great-grandmothers and an aunty, to share this day of Thanksgiving, but its meaning wasn’t lost on the rest of us.
Sunday was the huge feast. Both turkey and ham, with all the tasty trimmings. I was very thankful to be surrounded by family, and I have a feeling Hubby was most thankful not to be the cook this year. The meal was fabulous, and although I was stuffed to the gills, I still found room for a slice of delicious pumpkin pie.
On Monday, all eleven of us spent the day at Heritage Park. Having grown up in Calgary, I’ve many happy, though foggy, memories of Heritage Park and looked forward to renewing those memories with my son and grandsons. The last time I’d been there was on my honeymoon, over thirty-six years ago, where somehow I’d convinced Hubby to pose for this picture. I wasn’t allowed to smile, I guess women had to be serious back then, but look how handsome Hubby was.
The weather was perfect, sunny and warm, and we had a busy, fun, action-packed day. The city’s fall colours were beautiful from Prospect Ridge.
The S.S. Moyie on the Glenmore Reservoir.
Dingman Discovery Well
We’ve seen old snowplows like this one in action.
Funnily enough, about the only thing I remembered clearly about the park was the train. Back when I was a child, it was quite a thrill to ride on it. Judging by the enthralled look on my grandson’s face, it still holds appeal.
Some scenic views from around the park
I have a fondness for grain elevators. They hold many dear memories for me.
This was the only street I could vaguely recall.
Going on the rides was the highlight for the grandsons. I hadn’t been on midway rides for more years than I can remember, but I couldn’t say no to them. I rode the carousel, the tilt-awhirl and a strange little rollercoaster called a caterpillar. It was all great fun to experience it with those precious little guys.
At the end of the day, Hubby and I took a scenic sail around the Glenmore Reservoir on the S.S. Moyie. Turns out it was the last sailing of the day and of the year. We felt special!
All in all, much to be thankful for this year. And, I was.