Hi again, its Jeff’s brother Kevin and I am settin’ down to write this story on a beautiful minus 21 degree celsius Xmas Eve in the ‘Peg. That’s minus 105 degrees Farenheit for those of you that like to convert things and stuff.
Now, tonight I’d like to pay homage to my sister from another mister (and mother) Jocelyn.
(No, Jaidyn, “homage” is not French for “cheese”. Close though but that’s “FROmage”. What Jordyn? No, not ‘fro as in “afro”. There’s no afro cheese. Just plain old cheese. “Fromage”. What Jilliyn? No, not “apro”. “AFRO”. No. That was not “apro Circus” that they were chanting in “Madagascar 3”. That was “afro Circus” that the animals were chanting. Good lord, where was I? Oh yes, thank you Jasyn. I’m glad somebody’s listenin’.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, what can be said about your ma Jocelyn that hasn’t been said a million times before. PLENTY!!!!!!!! So pull up a seats ma’ little dears and uncle Kevin is gonna tell y’all a story! With tears and laughs and plenty o, you know – stuff. Lots and loooooots of……..well, you know……stuff. So hush up ya little ankle biters, get yer’ Kosher eggnog, and cozy up by the fire with your favorite, Uncle.
(Well kids, if by “kookoo” and “crazy” you mean I’m creative and have a fertile imagination, well then yes, I guess I am Kookoo Crazy Uncle Kevin 🙂
Now Jocelyn is a hearty woman of the land. Brought up in the frozen tundra of Thompson in Northern Manitoba. A place where the polar bears roam the streets and the ice melts only once a year – in July! The rest of the time its, brrrrrrrrrrrrrr, C.O.L.D.
Well, that’s where Baby Jocelyn –
(What Jordyn? No, I said Baby Jocelyn, not Baby Jesus – Baby Jesus is a whole ‘nother palce & time. Now hush up. Oy vey, where was I? Oh yeah, thanks Jasyn.)
Now, Jocelyn took to the cold like water to an ice cube. And those polar bears took to Jocelyn like she was one of their own. They recognized the tough little cub that lived beneath the surface of this delicate and extraordinarily beautiful fleur.
(What’s “fleur” mean, Jiliyn? Well, I’ll tall ya, that’s French for “flower”. No, not “fleur” as in a “snow flur”. And that’s “flurry”, as in “snow flurry”. What’s that Jordyn? “Slurpee”? Well, uh, yes, a Slupree’s full of ice. And cold, you’re right but that’s something completely different. Now you kids are getting me off track again. Where was I? Oh yeah, thank you Jasyn).
Jocelyn was a wild, hearty, beauty of the Northern Tundra and no man could catch her – as much as many tried to. Lord they tried to win her heart. And none of them could. Except your Pa. Yup. When Jocelyn laid eyes on your Pa, well, that star fell to earth and let’s just say that there were lots and lots of fireworks.
(Yes, kids, just like on the 4th of July.)
And you’re ma, Jocelyn, did many things before you were all born. She was a woman of many talents. Still is. But back then she worked in a bank. In a vault. Counting money. Lots and lots of money. So much money that she never got to finish counting. That’s how much money the bank gave her to count!
And she worked in the biggest, oldest, and best Canadian Dept. Store, The Bay, selling the world-wide famous Hudson Bay blanket. Who’d she sell to. Why cold people thats who. There’s a lot of cold people up in Canada so you can imagine how many blankets she sold. LOTS! The Bay couldn’t stock them fast enough cuz your ma sold them even faster!
And then she worked in very trendy boutique, called Moule, where she excelled at selling to very, very, very rich people. So rich they could never make up there minds cuz all the shiny, new things that caught their attention. But your mom has the patience of a saint so she –
(Girls, why’re y’all laughing so much. I AM talking about yer ma. You don’t think she’s patient. Well, she is. At least she WAS before you all came along. Now stop laughing girls. Shush. You’ll wake your Grandma and Grandpa. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes, thank you Jasyn.)
And you’re ma used to be the best merchandiser –
(that means she “made the place look expensive”)
– the best merchandiser that Winnipeg had ever seen. And she went on buying trips.
(Yes, Jordyn, just like when you go to Toys R Us. But she didn’t buy toys. She was buying fancy, expensive, important things that rich people like. Like serving trays and candle holders and candy dishes. The necessicities of life! Well, fer some folk).
Now, fast forward to California when your mom went back to school.
(No, Jilliyn, not kindergarten or nursery but COLLEGE. Yeah, “WOOOOOW”.)
And she took environmental studies and horticulture –
(Well Jaidyn “environmental & horticulture” means she studied things like how to arrange grass’n trees’n rocks’n mud. Why’d she do that Jilliyn? Well, so that they look real purdy. You know how you like purdy thigns? Well so does your ma. But she was doing it with…um…earth’n stuff.)
Anyway, then the best thingl happened of all –
(What? No kids, she didn’t meet Justin Bieber. There was no Justin Beiber back then.)
She got pregnant with Jordyn while at UC Davis. I mean Jiliyn. i mean Jaidyn. I don’t know. Which one of you is which? No matter, I’m never gonna keep it straight. Well, she got pregnant with one of you who’s name has a “J” “Y” & “N” in it.
And then she kept gettin’ pregnant with each one of you precious and special little darlings.
(Uh, no girls, daddies don’t become pregnant. They have other special gifts in life but getting pregnant isn’t one of them. Well the way science is going, at least not yet.Ha!)
Now, this is where your ma’s light shone brightest. That star that fell to earth when your pa met her, soared up into the sky once again, way up, so high into the sky. And why you ask? Because all 4 of you, that’s why. All four of you helped your ma become who she was before and always meant to be. All four of you are the things that stars are made of. Dust. Star dust.
(Yes kids, kind of like fairy dust. Just like in those Disney movies. But I’m talkin’ about real life. This is who and what you are. You are all very special because of who you come from. And don’t ever forget that. There aren’t many stars that fall to earth and not many men that have the talent to catch ’em).