Today was a special day for a bunch of reasons:

• It brought welcome relief.  My Mom died September 7 and we buried her September 12 (on Emma’s birthday).   So having a FUN, HAPPY thing to do 11days later was fantastic news. I couldn’t wait.
• It brought us together, all 13 of us, which is always so much fun.  We had crackers and dip, fruit and drinks and a grand old time.
• It was the first time we’ve ever taken a boat ride from our dock after 11 years of living at 44 Waterloo Circle. Grammy and I don’t own a boat, so we were excited about actually leaving our house from the water.
•  It gave us a cool new view.  We’ve been looking at the beautiful Piscataqua River from one perspective, but today we went East, up the river, and had a chance to see the beautiful inland waterways of Dover and Durham waterfront.  We went under three bridges over Little Bay, the one they’re using now, the new bridge they’re building and the rusty old one.   You loved walking (sometimes running) up and down and around the boat and crawling along the seating area.  Everyone visited the inside area where they sold candy which I, of course, bought for you guys!
• It gave us an awesome boat.  “The Heritage” is a famous and frequent sight in Portsmouth Harbor.  It brings tourists up and down the river all summer long, into the Fall.  People also use it to visit the Isles of Shoals.  It’s a beautiful wooden boat, a “Deltaville Deadrise” built in 1963.  It was used in Chesapeake Bay (around Washington, D.C.) for oystering and crabbing.
• It gave you souvenirs. Grammy and I bought you comfy sweatshirts and t-shirts that say “Portsmouth Harbor Cruises.” You love ’em.
•  It gave me an awesome ‘total family’ photo which will become my 2012 Christmas card! (see first photo below).
• It gave us great memories.  All of us will remember it – except for Madigan and Jack. Maybe we’ll do it again!

Losing someone you love deeply is one of the hardest things we face as human beings.  One minute they’re physically alive and in our world; the next, they’ve taken their last breath and moved on to a new place in the universe.

When it’s happening, you struggle to deal with it, the experience is emotional, confusing, disturbing, intense – and yes, very sad.

And so it goes with my Mom (your paternal great grandmother) who died Sept. 7 at the age of 89.  She was buried Sept. 12 in Mt. Calvary Cemetery in Somersworth, NH, the city my (childhood) family lived in most of our lives.  She was 89 years old.

Despite living a long life, it’s never easy to say goodbye forever. I was there when she died with my sister and a few relatives and friends. We held hands together and stood around her bed at Bellamy Fields Assisted Living in Dover. She died peacefully on a bright, unusually warm September day.

The past week were hard to get through.  Fortunately the lights of my life – Grammy, your Mom’s and Dad’s and my grandchildren -were close by. You made tough days better, just by being who you are. While you couldn’t understand the concept of dying, you instinctively sensed sadness, things being different and people you love hurting inside.

Rita Blais Beaupre – my Mom – was born in 1923, went to school in Berlin, NH and married my Dad  (Donald J. Beaupre) – your great grandfather – in January 1951. They became parents in 1952 when my sister Francine was born; I came along a year later in 1953.

Mom was an outgoing person who loved life.  When she was younger, she’d drive to Hampton Beach in the summer (over 100 miles away) with her friends to enjoy the largest beach in NH.  She went to New York City with her best friend when she was single, attending Broadway shows and concerts.  She saw Frank Sinatra in the 1940’s when he was at his peak – Sinatra is one of the most famous singers of all time

Mom helped run my Dad’s photography business, BEAU STUDIOS, when they were first married and later worked in the Human Resources department of the Portsmouth Naval Shipyard for most of her adult life (my Dad also worked at the Navy Yard).  She had many friends, was a great Mom, and will be missed forever.  My blog about being 10 years old has a lot of insight about what my young life was like.

You’re  so young!  Ben, while you’re the oldest of the “Samurai Seven,” you’re the oldest at 9 years old.  Emma 7; Camden almost 7; Ainsley 5; Jack, almost 2 and Madigan, a mere one year old.  While words weren’t there, kindness was ever present.  You hugged me, were gentle, loving and created special drawings I’ll keep forever (see below).

You made a very hard time, much, much better. Thank you.  I love you to Pluto and back and am so incredibly lucky you’re in my life.

Happy birthday Emma! I can’t believe you’re seven years old!

The little girl who was once so shy has blossomed into a first grader with confidence, friends and an easy smile.

Grammy and I went over your house for dinner and cake after a very difficult day (my mom’s funeral was today).  You came running out of the house, arms extended with hugs & kisses awaiting.

You also gave me a very special picture I treasure. You did this because you are subtly aware of what I’ve been going through, and wanted to make me feel better.

You did.

You’ve always been naturally thoughtful, helping and kind.  When it comes down to “crunch time” to get something done, it’s Emma Clickman who always volunteers and says “I’ll help!”

And then you do.

Whether it’s tagging along with your Dad to Home Depot, helping me plant flowers, looking out for your baby brother or creating a work of art for your best buddy, Grammy, you’re always front and center.  This is so unusual for someone your age, or for that matter, any age!

You have an ability to think beyond yourself. It’s a natural thing, a very special gift that lives inside your soul. Looking into the future, I know you will have a very fulfilling life because your compassion and love will create many friendships as you make a difference for others.

I love you Emma!

Summer’s over!

Well, maybe not officially yet, but once Labor Day arrives, everyone is re-focusing on Fall, school, work, cooler days and nights and football.

It’s just the way it always is.

On Labor Day, when you rounded the corner into our kitchen, Grammy and I saw an intriguing piece of art on a big piece of cardboard.

As a thank you for a great summer and many fun beach days, you created “the beach,” a colorful and creative expression that included a jellyfish, crab, bright sun and seaweed made out of green leaves.

We love it!

We sure had a blast with you this summer and hate to see it end.

But while the beach is my favorite place to be, I would trade it in a nanosecond just to be wherever you are.

Happy Fall!

Our cruise on the gundalow ended up being a front page story in the Cocheco Times! There you are hoisting the main sail on the cover. It was a 10 page story, loaded with photos of the Three Musketeers.  The story was great, but one of the funny things were the incorrect names… Ben was listed as Andy Beaupre and Camden became Be Clickman.  Emma was correct every time!

Our latest Three Musketeers adventure began on a steamy August mid-week morning.  We got to Portsmouth early, once again enjoying our favorite breakfast haunt, the Friendly Toast.  After plenty of food and the usual shenanigans, we piled into the “Youk” and headed to Prescott Park.

You were curious about this “Gundalow” I had been talking about.  It was “some kind of boat” and we were going together for a cruise on the Piscataqua River in Portsmouth Harbour.

Peering over the chain link fence along the water, you spotted it – a flat bottomed boat with an American flag flying low on the stern.  Called “The Piscataqua,” it measures  64 feet long and 18 feet wide.

While waiting to board, I explained how in the olden days in the Seacoast of NH, gundalows carried cargo up and down the river.  This included bricks bound for Beacon Hill homes being built in Boston (all these “b” words in one sentence create something called “alliteration” – it’s fun to say out all those “b” words out loud ).  These bricks were made along the shores by Grammy and Papa’s house at 44 Waterloo Circle in Dover.  Another frequent cargo carried were tall white pine trees used to make masts for the King’s English sailing ships.

This was just the beginning of many new things you would learn that morning.

Shortly after coming aboard, a man introduced himself to us.  He was the editor of a local newspaper called “The Cocheco Times”  and would be writing a feature story about today’s cruise.  How cool is that?

The fog was thick as we headed into Portsmouth Harbour; it was hard to see where we were!  We sailed around for awhile and then the action began. “Ready the main sheet” shouted the Captain, and soon a crew member asked for volunteers to help unfurl and raise the “main sheet.”   The Three Musketeers raised their hands – of course! – and soon you were pulling the rope together, watching the sail unfurl.  It was exciting, you were smiling, laughing and having a blast!

One of the crew members gathered everyone together and taught us about the gundalows and environment of the Great Bay Estuary.  I wasn’t surprised to learn this is the fastest ‘navigable river’ in America, having watched the crazy currents out my office window for over 20 years.

You took turns steering the gundalow… the captain explained how the rudder worked and then completely let go of the wheel and taught you how to steer left and right.  You didn’t crash into anything, hooray!

By now, the fog had lifted and we could see Harbour Place where Grammy and I work, the green bridges spanning the river and the Portsmouth Naval Shipyard.

Next up – the incredible world of plankton!  Not the character from Sponge Bob Square Pants, silly, but the real thing.  They taught us how to drag a special net along the surface of the water to capture the tiny creatures that looked like dirty, brown water.

We learned plankton are a critical part of our ecosystem. While they’re lowest on the “food chain,” we now know that plankton are responsible for creating 50% of the earth’s oxygen! Who knew something so small could be so important! We wouldn’t be able to breathe if it wasn’t for our plankton friends!

Teaspoons of plankton were placed on glass slides, revealing an amazing, invisible world  made possible by microscopes, a device you had never seen until today. The “dirty, brown water” transformed into hundreds of moving, shrimp-shaped “phytoplankton” creatures. You were fascinated and couldn’t get enough of the microscopes.

Nearly two hours into our cruise, it was time to return to the dock.  The Captain shouted “Ready the Brail,” and the Three Musketeers joined forces again, pulling in unison on the main sail rope, curling it back up as the engine took over.

Back on land, our water adventure complete, we drove to Moody Beach.  Ainsley and Molly were already there, they had spent the morning with Grammy.  Everyone played on the beach, boogie boarded and hung out on a perfect summer day.  All five of you slept overnight at the beach and played together the next day (after yummy breakfast donuts from Congdon’s).

What a fun two days! This was one of our best adventure ever.

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thanks for making me this very colorful & creative apron for Father’s Day – or in this particular case, Papa’s day…  I will use it when I cook up yummy food for you.

I love it & love you!