Further to an earlier blog..

ok, if you couldn't zoom in.

The Cake... is really... a cardboard box, wrapped in brown paper, with tulle for layering... the top is a naked woman and a little pig on a scooter.... but from a far... it looks like a wedding cake. Those Boudreau girls... crafty little ladies.

Also, enjoy a close up of my mom... showing my dad who is boss.. and he got the message loud and clear...

How much fun. My dad was leaving in 3 days for Korea and my Grandmother Boudreau prayed non-stop for him not to go....

Alas... the power of prayer prevailed. He didn't go...

Apparently, in 1953, when the Canadians were dragged into the Korean war, they were only taking single men. Dad was recruited as a single man, but in the heat of romance, he proposed to his lovely girlfriend, not knowing these rules. After the wedding, he was put into quarantine for 3 days, before going on ship. Which was routine back then. While in internment, it was rumored he married a "hot" french girl, and when he admitted proudly that he did, he was delivered the bad news. He never forgave my Grandmother.. as he was totally excited, like any young man would be, about going to "war". Both he and my mom were mentally prepared for the separation, and the extra money this would bring in. Imagine..