Dear Hilary, Well here we are in beautiful B.C. We’ve been here a week and it’s great. We took a bus out here and it was awful. So far it’s been hot in the day and a bit chilly at night. We’re on Vancouver Island right now. We’ve been to a few lakes which are cool but nice. Lots of mountains and trees. My pack is too heavy again. It’s easy getting rides here. We’re off to Jasper and Banff soon. Talk to you soon, love Craig
There is no date on this card and the postmark is not legible. However, the wood stove heritage stamp was issued in April 1983.
The picture on the front is of North Vancouver Island. There is no clue as to who his companion is, but from the descriptive status update Craig sounds happy to be travelling again.
Back in the day Craig and I hitch hiked from Toronto to Los Angles (with very heavy packs, hence the references above). The story of that trip is probably a whole other blog! Since his death, I am the sole custodian of those memories…
Dear Hilary, Well you’re right, I don’t care too much for these silly christmas traditions but I do have a sense of humor. So I found the tackiest christmas card I could find and here it is. I’m really busy at work these days but it’s not too late yet. I’ve spent all my hard earned dollars on a huge set of speakers (4 feet x 3 feet x 2 feet) which are moving in this week. I just hope they wont get us evicted! Merry Christmas to you, Simon, Mom & Pop and the rest of the gang, love Craig
Although this card is sent from Toronto the 3D image is of Florida’s flamingos. It is apparently part of a 3D collector series.
The postmark date is 18 Dec 1984
Craig was my first love; he came over to the UK to study for a year. He went back to Canada, I went to Norway. We wrote long letters to each other. I went to Canada, we had some adventures. He was younger than me; I wanted happy ever after; he wasn’t ready; I moved on. We stayed in touch intermittently for several years. Then one day his mum phoned to tell me that he had died (tears are pricking as I write this), he did not reach 30. No old, bald paunch for him – forever young and forever in my heart.