Reflections on Labour Day

It seems to be tradition for Labour Day weekend...we head up to Hecla Island for the weekend, with our daughter, son-in-law, and grandson. This year we camped, and they stayed in the lovely resort hotel. Some other traditions.....It usually rains at least one day, Grandson makes French toast for one breakfast, they golf, I do quite a bit of cooking, and we head down to the dock, or the beach at sunset.
Our daughter, an accomplished photographer, sets up her camera on the monopod (new word I learned!)

 

I take my amateur photos.....

The Icelandic village on the island has a few restored buildings as a museum... we toured a 1928 home...the kitchen with it's grand cookstove  complete with reservoir for heating water, and all the necessary cooking utensils hanging up nearby...

I fondly remember kitchens just like this in rural Saskatchewan...mail-order curtains blowing gently in the breeze, and a cake keeper ready with a chocolate cake....

..busy homemakers also made time to sew ...on old foot-pedaled sewing machines, with patterns chosen from the latest Butterick pattern book...

All in all, it was a very relaxed and pleasant weekend...more good memories stored up....