Jack Burgyone 130 x 365

Jack reading to a stuffed animalLibrarian by profession and by nature, Jeremy’s father, Jack, took me on literary tours of England including the Brontë Parsonage and Watership Down. The best by far was C. S. Lewis country where we stood outside the Kilns then traveled to Holy Trinity Church where Lewis worshiped and is buried.Me in front of the kilnsjeremy at watership down

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Indigo Bunting said…
Having caught up with the journal-so-far last night, this is great fun to read and see!
Helen said…
That's one crazed-looking stuffed animal in the first picture... is that the teddy bear from hell?
Cedar Waxwing said…
Indigo Bunting - Your reading the journal blog is keeping me busy, updating it. Thanks for reading.

Helen - I had a black cat named Cinder, and when I visited Jeremy one year he'd made me a stuffed version of Cinder because he was afraid I'd miss her while I was in England. I still have it. It is very soft - almost like Cinder's fur felt.
Helen said…
Oops, sorry! That was sweet of him...
Cedar Waxwing said…
No problem. It does look a little deranged doesn't it?
Otter said…
Is that you in the bottom right photo?
Sounds like a life changing experience.
Cedar Waxwing said…
That's me in front of C. S. Lewis' house, yes.

It was life changing - Not just that year, but each time I visited the Burgyones. Jack was a great man. I so wanted him to meet my children - he loved kids. When Jeremy and I decided not to marry, I think the loss of Jack as a potential father-in-law was the worst part.

He also took me to Glamis Castle after I'd read Macbeth in high school and to the statue of the little dog in Edinburgh (Greyfriars Bobby) after I'd read that story!. As long as it was in a book or had high hills to climb he'd take me there.