I dreamed I wrote a poem
about an apple tree that grew from me.
Its roots were the wishes of my parents.
Its branches were the longings of my children.
Its leaves were all my good intentions
and each apple was born
from something I once lost or found.
Top left: Margaret and June (Saint John, 1949); Top right: Colin and Cam (Toronto, 1995); Bottom left: Mike, Kendal, Evan and Elyse (Vancouver, 2005); Bottom right: John, June, Doug and Diane (Stanley, New Brunswick (1960)
The brave one, my grandfather: Douglas Eastham who lived from November 25, 1908 and died February 24, 1944 at the young age of 36. Click here to read more and see a gallery of images and here to read his letters to my grandmother Margaret during World War II.
Douglas Eastham (far left) in England 1943 with the crew of the Lancaster Bomber he flew with.
The beautiful one, my mother: Margaret June Eastham Farmer born June 2, 1936 and passed away after a long battle with Alzheimer’s Disease on December 13, 2001. She was only 64 when she died. Click here to read more and see a gallery of images of her.
The deep one, my father: John Franklin Farmer born August 4, 1926 and died February 5, 2018 at the age of 93. Click here to read the eulogy I read at his funeral.
The dutiful one, my great grandmother, Freda Clarke Britton who was born in Newfoundland on November 22, 1889 and passed away in 1977 in Saint John New Brunswick at the age of 88. Click here to read her life story.
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