Archive | May 2013

Jigsaws and Flowers

There is always a jigsaw puzzle being worked on in the craft room. There are a few people that work on them “all the time”. Occasionally I work on one for short periods of time.

I am their official photographer. They have a record of every puzzle they have done.P1020068

This morning I took my camera down and photographed the one they finished yesterday. There was already a new one started! This post is not about jigsaw puzzles… this is just “background” stuff!P1020065

As I turned around I was putting my camera back in the case, and happened to look over at the desk that belongs to the person in charge of recreation….and there, on her desk, was a gorgeous tulip!

Needless to say, I got the camera out once more and took a couple of pictures! And I am sharing them with you. Enjoy!


Back in the 1920’s my father had an export business… Russell Vogler Export Co. He exported logs to Japan. He was financially quite well set. He had a new home built at the corner of Angus and Forty fifth in Vancouver, and we moved there when I was three years old. I was a little too young to remember, but I was told!

With his business, he had to “get up with the tides” and go to the booming ground. Mom always got up with him and made sure he had breakfast before he left.

2005:04:01HAnd painted China ( my Mom)4Mom was a morning person. So am I, but not as much as she was. She would have pies, or other baking done before anyone else was up. She looked after the house, with no outside help.

She had some hobbies to keep her busy! One of these was painting on china. She had patterns that she would trace on the china wear, and then paint them. I think this was when I had started school, so that she could work in peace!pears plate

Years later, on one of my birthdays, she gave me a whole set of hand painted china! I still have some of it, but it is on a shelf over the stove, and I can’t reach it. Luckily, I have pictures, so I can enjoy them without getting them down from the cupboard.

In 1928, when the stock market crashed, they were caught up in it, too… so dad moved our family up to Beaver Valley, in the Cariboo where we could “live off the land” for a few years, before moving back to Vancouver.