Tuesday, September 3, 2024
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While I never had a close relationship with my maternal grandfather, he did live in the many stories my parents shared with my brothers and I as children.
My mother Kim would fascinate us with tall tales of him as a child seeing Amelia Earhart in her plane flying over Charlottetown or the time he skated with Barbara Ann Scott the legendary figure skater. In our heads he seemed almost a folk hero, but my father Gerard would tell stories of our grandfather's war years that Ken had told him and those seemed more serious. As army brats ourselves, we would trace over his war routes on maps laid out and try and understand the battles that had taken place.
As I had gotten older and moved into my own home, I placed this photo of him, smiling his hat askew and his arm around a dog, onto my bookcase with my other grandparents pictures. Just so I could appreciate a snapshot of a happy moment captured in time.
Rest in peace, Ken MacDonald. My dearest condolences to those who knew him.
Hillary
