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It’s a Good Day for Some Neil Young
Benches. Crescent Beach.
Anne Lobb: 1921 - 2012
My Grandmother died today. It wasn’t much of a surprise, I think. The last couple of years have been hard for her, and there were signs in the last few days that things were getting worse. She lived in Ontario which meant I got news of these things from afar and infrequently since moving to Vancouver.
She lived just about 91 years. When I moved to Vancouver she was healthy and, after living alone in the house she shared with my Grandfather for years, had decided to move to a retirement home. It was good for her that first place: she seemed happy there and whenever we visited we’d head out for a day trip. The Big Apple was one of the places we took her quite a bit. It was close, and the food was good. She was quick to smile in those days, and liked to joke about living with old people. It’s true: she was one of the younger people there.
Things took a turn for the worse when she moved into a long term care facility. Watching someone you love slip away isn’t easy. My visits weren’t as frequent as I would have liked, and every time I saw her she seemed noticeably worse than the time before. A couple of years ago I got on a plane on very short notice when we thought she was going to pass away. We were all there that weekend, but she rallied and by the end of it was as fine as she had been for a while. I have pictures of her that I took that weekend: I don’t like looking at those pictures. She looks awful. I keep them, but I don’t like looking at them.
My grandmother was funny, a wonderful sewer, quilter, knitter and crocheter; she could cook just about anything you wanted for just about as many people as you could imagine; her favourite music usually included bagpipes but she liked a little Country too. She grew up on a farm in the Kettle Valley near Midway, got married young, had three wonderful kids and wound up moving around a lot when my Grandfather joined the Royal Canadian Air Force. They settled in Trenton in the 60s thanks to a transfer, and that became home. I liked it there and we visited often. I actually considered going to Queens University in Kingston and living with her for a while. I sort of wish I had. It was just after my Grandfather had died, and I think it would have been good to spend some time with her.
Yesterday would have been her wedding anniversary, but she’s been alone for more than 20 years now. I like to think that she fell asleep thinking about my Grandfather and the time they spent together and decided it was time to finally go with him.
She will be missed, but she will never be forgotten.
Posted by skooter at 8:11 AM
This entry is filed under Family.
Tags: Family, Grandma Lobb, Grandpa Lobb, Obituaries, Trenton
Wilco: Orpheum Theatre, February 5th, 2012
Wilco visited Vancouver a few nights ago, almost two years to the day since the last show they played here. In an unbelievable stroke of luck I scored third row seats right in front of Nels Cline’s spot on stage, a photo pass from the band and—best of all—the show was on a Sunday night which meant Allison was able to go.
I wrote a review which was featured on No Depression. I had to skip the Seattle show, which means the next one might be a while but there’s always flights to Chicago…
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Posted by skooter at 6:42 AM
This entry is filed under Camera, Music.
Tags: Jeff Tweedy, Nels Cline, Orpheum Theatre, Timbre Productions, Wilco
Arthur Bubar
Arthur died a couple of days ago. He was a farmer, a rodeo rider, one of the first students in the Midway schoolhouse and the son of some of the Boundary Region’s earliest settlers.
My grandmother referred to him as her Baby Brother for as long as she could refer to him at all. I’m not sure if she knows he’s gone or not, but things seem to have taken a turn for the worse for her as well in recent days so we’ll see what happens.
Posted by skooter at 6:39 AM
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Tags: Boundary Country, Bubar, Family, Midway
Wilco: Tonight
So many parties, so little time. Tonight it’s time to party with these guys. I’ll be back tomorrow.
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