Ever since I met my Rosemary on 15 December 1967 in Mexico, I found out quickly what she wanted. Luckily she wanted me. And so lived a happy marriage for 52 years.
It was in 1986, when she told me she did not want to live in a Burnaby townhouse with an extremely small garden. She found a beautiful house with a large corner garden in Kerrisdale and we move that year. The mortgage was $3500 per month. Luckily I was getting well-paid jobs ($3200 day rates, plus photo materials and mileage). On Sundays, as Rosemary spoke good Spanish, she would tell me, “Alex, here is your domingo.” I was given an allowance.
The photograph in this blog is on the red tablecloth (Bath, Bed & Beyond). It is impossible for me not to remember that Rosemary said when we moved to Kerrisdale, “Alex, I want a Victorian crank-table with nice chairs. We drove to many antique stores in Maple Ridge and found what she wanted. She then insisted on a thick under the tablecloth protector. The red tablecloth is a happy colour that somehow makes me smile every time I connect it with Rosemary.
I will confess now that both my cats, Niño and Niña are allowed to get on the table. Every few days, and especially when I know I am going to have visitors I wash the tablecloth to get rid of all the cat hair.
And when those visitors are about to arrive, in the morning I can hear Rosemary telling me that he house has to be spotless.
It is always. Rosemary always knew what she wanted.
The photograph in the blog is one that I took of rosemary nude in 1969. I cropped all the annoying bits that would upset some people.I used what what were called Patterson screens. I had only used them with pictures of my daughters in 1978 but recently I used it again on a photograph of my younger granddaughter Lauren.
