Grandma “Lee” celebrated her 70th birthday yesterday. Here are a couple photos taken this weekend at our treasured Highbanks, Lake Erie. I saw my mother in younger years (likely close to my age now, 41) as I sat on the same beach we loved when my Grandmother was alive. For me, my Mom is immortalized on that private beach reading a novel. She would lay on her tummy on top of a colourful towel with her large 70s sunglasses; her chestnut hair kept neatly in a bob under a navy scarf with white polka dots. It was that image which inspired me to read beyond my short picture books. I was fascinated by her ability to read for so long and never see a picture. The bookmark was something I wanted too and I asked her if I could have one. She bought me my first book, Reddy Fox with an accompanying bookmark that had a red string tassle and we would read together on my Grandma’s beach for long afternoons. Yesterday, on her 70th, the girls had a brief opportunity to play on that same beach; laughing and splashing in the waves oblivious to the imprints of their maternal family which exist all around them.