I was once challenged to write an autobiography in 6 sentences or less. I came up with this limerick:
When anyone asks where I come from,Not exactly the best limericking, but it still fits the bill.
I wish that my life had been humdrum.
I am known, as a fact,
By how fast I can pack,
And for sleeping in truck stops while bugs hum.
Filling in the blanks: I am Canadian, pushing 70 years old, a grandmother and great-grandmother. I was born on a native reserve in Ontario, grew up on the west coast of Vancouver Island (as far west as you can go without running out of Canada), came of age in Mexico City. Between times, I lived in the Fraser Valley, Texas, Seattle, Oklahoma, and Bella Coola, on the BC north coast. For now, I'm more-or-less settled in the Fraser River Delta, just south of Vancouver. When I say "home", except in the context of "I left my spare battery at home, again!", I think of Bella Coola and Mexico.
About the name of the blog, "Wanderin' Weeta": that's me. The "Wanderin'" bit is self-explanatory. "Weeta" was, at the time I started blogging, over 5 years ago now, was what the youngest of my grandchildren was calling me; her way of saying "abuelita", grandma in Spanish.
My wandering, these days, centers on BC's Fraser Delta, especially the Boundary Bay to White Rock shores, although we (my constant companion, Laurie, and I) also take the occasional trip north and west. I photograph and write about the world we see around us, focusing mainly on things green and wet, critters small and smaller, birds and the occasional beast.
Where you can find me on the web:
- Here, of course.
- Twitter WanderinWeeta
- Facebook Susannah Anderson
- YouTube wweeta6
- Flickr Wanderin' Weeta
- Google+ Susannah Anderson
- Picasa albums via Google+
- Remembering Jellybean (stories)