I am fortunate enough to have met 4 great grandparents. My baba and deeda fled the Ukraine/Austria when they were in their early teens and settled in Swift Current, Saskatchewan. My great-grandmother tended a one acre garden up until the time she was 90. Good stock, those Eastern Europeans! My great-grandmother on my dad's side, lived in a teeny little town outside of Shelburne called Hornings Mills. Blink and you may miss it. She had a grand old Victorian with a huge meadow in the backyard. The home was heated by a wood stove and we would have hot stones placed at the bottom of the bed to keep us warm in the winter. Quilts were made by hand from old suits or thread-bare pyjamas and blankets. I still have two of them. I remember when I was about four, standing in the backyard of my granny's home and saying "one day, I'm going to have a place like this". I loved everything about the home-the folk art, the antiques and the ambience.
Fast forward to today....so I'm a real estate agent with a love of homes, particularly older ones. I have a deep appreciation of art and singing-all these gifts I received from great-grandparents, grandparents and my parents. I studied clothing design when I was in my early 20's. In my teens, I did some back up singing with bands (sorry dad, yes I did go to bars when I was 17-may you rest in peace!) While I was studying, I got part time work at a real estate office where I met my son's dad. We established a flourishing real estate business and still do some work together to this day.
My point in all of this is, when we are young it is usually hard to determine which direction we may go. My thinking is always follow your passion. A number of years ago there was an article in one of the newspapers suggesting that whatever part of the newspaper you grabbed first, was where your passion lies. I've always grabbed Arts and Entertainment, Travel, Life Section. And yes, they are what makes this heart sing!
Cheryl Bower