Terrible quality and too much wind noise but here it is. A flyby of the Corsair and P51 Mustang from Vintage Wings of Canada as they departed from Downsview Airport during Wings & Wheels last Sunday.
Back at work. The Wings and Wheels Heritage Festival took place last weekend. Now I’ve got to sift through all my pictures and videos to see what I got. I was so busy all weekend that I never got a chance to take a break and work on getting anything posted.
Here’s a couple of teaser shots until I can get all the post-processing completed.
All in all, it went off pretty smoothly.
I feel like Jack Bauer in 24. I want to shout “WE’RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME"! Wings and Wheels starts in less than 48 hours and there’s so much more to do.
Today we got a little taste of what’s to come when the Lockheed 10A Electra flew in a day early.
A good start!
Yesterday, my mother “celebrated" her 80th birthday. The quotes signify exactly how bittersweet the day was.
Maxine spent 2 weeks in hospital up in Midland Ontario and was finally released yesterday. Her life is changing dramatically as a result of the tests that were run with not all the questions yet answered. But we won’t dwell on that now.
Mary Maxine Gorman was a young woman in Peterborough when Ted Mist swept her off her feet. They married and 2 years later I came into the world. Susan arrived 3 years later. The next few decades flew by as the family moved from place to place all across Canada driven by a man who was never really content with his lot and was always looking for that one big move that was going to make everything just right. Maxine followed dutifully bringing up the kids and experiencing all the highs and lows of this nomadic existence. There were good times and a whole lot of bad times but she’s always been the stoic one. She made the best of what we had.
She’s been through the death of a husband, a daughter and a partner. She put up with me in my wild teen years and all the hell that I dished out. She’s proud of how I turned out.
Years ago she supervised the building of a house outside of Wasaga Beach and she came into her own as it was constructed. Maxine blossomed. She became an accomplished artist, she rediscovered her love of tennis. New friends, new travels, a new woman.
The first day I visited her in hospital, one of the nurses thought I was her husband. Even in extreme pain that’s how good she looks.
So she’s back home with David and the zoo – Alex, Nicky, Patrick and Fancy. Now we have to get her back on her feet and ready to face the challenges to come.
Happy Birthday Maxine. My mother, my love.
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