Tuesday, December 31, 2013
It would take up entirely too much space to relay every memory of Cliff that I have. I'll share a few of the more special ones. For as long as I can remember Cliff, Louise and their family were our Rose Prairie neighbours and friends. As a child I remember Cliff's large personality - his colourful antics were at times, surprising and maybe even a little shocking, but I always knew that he had a heart of gold. Cliff once gave me a piece of advice (I think it was before I graduated from high school) - he said to always walk tall and hold my head up and to never forget where I came from. I think he meant to always respect myself and not get too uppity. I always thought it was nice of him to give me a little shot of his down-to-earth, no-nonsense philosophy.Cliff taught me how to stook. One summer he hired me and Gloria Marshall as his "hired boys". It was only for a few days - we had so much fun, worked hard and I can't remember being so stiff and sore!!The best memory I have of Cliff is his welcome when I would come to visit. I would usually pick up my Mom and off we would go out to Rose Prairie for a drive around. We'd make the Babcock place one of our stops and we never called ahead. They didn't recognize my vehicle coming up the driveway but as soon as we stepped out where they could see us, out they would come with arms open wide and huge smiles. I always knew I was welcome. I'll never forget his smile, his laugh and the feel of his bristly cheek on mine when I last hugged him goodbye. Louise, Glen, Dennis, Ken, Tammy and families, you are all in my thoughts and prayers.
