My wife had an assignment in Linguistics. And she asked me if I could drive her up to Hastings Park. Well, as it stood, we managed to get out there and find the Livestock Building that was the place that people like my mother, my grandmother and grandfather as well as my mother's brothers were kept until they were shipped out to Slocan. It brought home to my wife just exactly that this was "family history" and she realized just what taking my family name really meant. The fact that she was doing this for her linguistics class made me appreciate my wife even more.
Images from iPhone 4s
This must not be something that we forget.