Today is an odd day for me, the 25 march marks the date my paternal grandfather died in 1955 at 48 years old. He was a police detective and had been involved in all the big organized crime investigations in the 1940's. He died on a cold very windy winter night not so unusual back then as he walked to the Police Station just a few steps away from his home, he apparently had a serious heart condition but never mentioned it to anyone. The sad part for him was that he ended up at the City Morgue a place he dreaded. He left a widow and 5 boys.
Those were the days before social programs and pensions etc.... in Canada.
I was born a year later so I got his name Laurent in his memory.
One day is my birthday and the next his my grandfather's anniversary of his death. My mother always thought it strange that I was born so close to that anniversary. I was also baptized in my mother's family church in Ville Saint-Laurent, so I was destined to carry that name.
Here are pictures of my birthday cake from Thimblecakes in Ottawa. A wonderful place for cakes such talent. thimblecakes.ca
Those were the days before social programs and pensions etc.... in Canada.
I was born a year later so I got his name Laurent in his memory.
One day is my birthday and the next his my grandfather's anniversary of his death. My mother always thought it strange that I was born so close to that anniversary. I was also baptized in my mother's family church in Ville Saint-Laurent, so I was destined to carry that name.
Here are pictures of my birthday cake from Thimblecakes in Ottawa. A wonderful place for cakes such talent. thimblecakes.ca
Moka cake my favourite!
