I can’t really talk about what I did today. It was annoying but not all that scary in the end. I’m not gonna ‘splain it until it is totally resolved. I’m working on that with a lovely woman who remembers my family.

Lots of folks in Sault Ste. Siberia do remember my fam and people to this day ask if Doctor Finlayson was my dad. Nope. Doc Fin was my uncle and he delivered just about every baby in the Sault for many years (not me though) and was much beloved. My dad? Not a medical guy at all. He was a banker and was eventually remembered for that but when I was a kid, he was a lowly teller who worked himself up to bank manager and eventually president and CEO. A successful failure as he called himself.

I didn’t know he was the bank manager until I was a teenager and I was skiing up at Minneapolis Woods one night. My dad came to pick me and my friends up and a friend’s boyfriend hitched onto my dad’s back bumper for an ice ride and my dad maneuvered him safely off the back bumper. The kid said something like, “That was Mr. Finlayson, the bank manager. He’s a great driver.” Well yes, my dad was a good driver (and WWII pilot trainer). This was the first time I’d ever heard him be called the bank manager and apparently the kid didn’t realize Mr. Finlayson was my dad. My family was quiet about whatever little successes we had. I still try to be that way.

That’s Grandma Margaret in the pic on the beach with a bunch of her younger 11 grandchildren surrounding her. And The Commander. And my dog Tigger, it looks like. Napping on the sand.

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