Easter in Burnaby 1977

I often wonder why it’s a Merry Christmas but a Happy Easter. After Rosemary died on December 9, 2020 my (not our) Christmases and Easters have been neither.

In the 2014 Easter Rosemary suggested we go to Brock House for Easter lunch. It was a memorable with a nice photograph to match.

Now the idea of getting together for any holiday is nonexistent. There are marriage problems and or granddaughters who may be working on those days.

They are all gone.

In today’s Easter I spent it alone with my cats Niño and Niña. I managed to go for a bike ride to Jericho Beach and I took some photographs with my pinhole and LensBaby attachments for my Fuji digital cameras.

Now as the evening wanes I cannot understand why one of my daughters could not have suggested getting together for an Easter meal. It seems that her cat could not be left alone.

And so I will have to live with the memory of that splendid Brock House lunch and all those Christmas dinner where I made the roast beef and gravy and Rosemary  prepared her outstanding Yorkshire Pudding.

To celebrate today’s Easter I bought a chicken cutlet at a local eatery and made sure I had no eggs, either the chicken or the chocolate kind.

Fuji with pinhole attachement - 5 April 2026