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Mom is from Scottish parents of the Rollo Clan. Dad is a Torfason his parents came to Canada from Iceland.

Well my family is an interesting bunch and I love them all. Some people have said that I am the most normal person in my whole family, and sometimes I think they are right and sometimes they are wrong.

I remember the house in Fredricton very well and I miss the place from time to time.

To have my own family is very important to me too. I wonder if I will ever have a family of my own

Mom

She's always Mom. Well I don't really have anything to say to that because after all Mom is Mom. She's my Mom and I love her.

What can I say about Mom... I feel so much for my mother that words are quite meaningless to fully exspress my feelings. I LOVE MY MOTHER. I will never love another in this way

She caried me into this universe, forth and last or here children, I am very close to Mom

 

 

Mom has two pets a cat and a dog. The cat (Hunky) The dog is a racer greyhoung (Dory) There are extensive galleries of pictures of both of them on the Cabin Weeb site. Together they are Hunky&Dory.

 

 

 

 

Dad

Many of my closest friends have commented on how I "never" call my father "father" he's always Dad. Well I don't really have anything to say to that because after all Dad is Dad. He's my Dad and I love him.

All most all of my childhood memories of my father are wounderful things

Dad has an incredible knak for drawing and when I was youg he began a book for me. itwas my book of "Planes, Trains and Sealing Wax" I have lost the acctual book but the memory of that book will be with me for the rest of my days. I can even remember many of the drawings. the sawmill at Kings Landing, my model train and other trains, as well as some planes. I can close my eyes ad turn the pages of that book

Dad used to get season pass for King's Landing, well at least for two or three seasons and we'd go in great kilts and I'd have a great time

My Dad taught me so much and he shaped very important parts and stages of my youth.

When my learning disabilities were diegnosed and I was in special-ed, my class whent on a field trip to the aviation museeum, back in the days before the new building and it was kept in three old hangers. Dad was in Ottawa and he came along and we had the greatest guided tour of that place that has ever been. I remember it well and when his younger sister, my amazing aunt Grace was in Ottawa almost twenty years later I gave her my tour of the aviation museeum, shaped on Dad's tour. She said it was the best tour she'd had.

 

Willow (Bev) is my sister, eleven years older than me

I remember siting with Bev on the dinning room floor near the fish tank, closing my eyes while she did disapearing "magic" tricks with little plastic tool toys.

Val is my sister, ten years older than me

Val's married with two great kids soon going off to university.

I remember cycling across the old green bridge with my sister Val it was one of the scariest thing of my life

Nola is my sister, seven years older than me

Nola now lives in Ottawa, not far from where Mom lives. Nola lived in the Redaeu Reagonal Institute for the devlopmentaly delayed for a long time

I remember the first time we drove out to the back country to take Nola home for a visit And I remember one of the other kids who was in top bunk and how so many people remind me of him.

 

		© Ragnar Torfason 2006 May 24