A quick story

 I promised some stories in my last post; so, I have chosen to start with the one illustrated by these photos.  During the last few weeks of August we were privileged to vacation with my parents and younger sister at a beautiful beach house in Parrsboro, N.S.  Parrsboro is on the Bay of Fundy (world's highest tides) and boasts many natural attractions including acres and acres of blueberry fields.  The beach house was a last minute booking and thus my dad was only able to stay the first few days before he had to make an early departure to accompany a group of students to Romania.  These photos were taken as the beloved Grandpa was bidding adieu.  Above is Grandpa finishing the loading of the vehicle while Joseph walks over for a hug.

 And then I ask all the kids to gather around for one last photo with their grandpa.  They begin to arrive.      Notice that Joseph has something in his hand that he is putting in his mouth.  At the time I didn't notice this.

 Notice that everyone is smiling like good photo kids while Joseph is missing his characteristic grin.  In fact, he seems to be turning in towards his grandpa in a considerable amount of pain mixed with, What have I done?

And that's where the photos end because a mother must relinquish the camera when one of her children begins to scream in agony because he has a fishing bobber (see below) attached to his lip.  Sorry that the picture is so big but the size is illustrative as one can see that there is a little spring-action hook inside the top red attachment.  Thankfully this hook is not a barbed fishing hook. Thankfully I deduced very quickly that it was spring-loaded and thus easy to release.  Thankfully it had been sterilised by sea water...  (a minute possibility). Thankfully Joe's tetanus shot is up to date.