September 3, 2016
Before my mother, Joyce Coulson, passed away in December, she requested that we wait until the weather was warmer to bury her ashes. On September 3, 2016, she was buried beside her husband, my dad Peter Coulson, who passed away on September 24, 1986, 30 years ago. It was a bitter sweet affair. Most of her family – over 50 children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, siblings, nieces and nephews where able to come for the celebration and we had a great time visiting and reconnecting with each other. However, Laverne was in the hospital at the time, and the get together was just not the same without her.
The Porter crew was out, with the exception of son-in-law Matt, and so the house was full of kids, toys, dogs, laughter and fun. It was great having the cork floors in, especially since grandson Jacob was in full crawling mode. This definitely is a house built for family and I hope it gets lots of family use.
When my kids were young, they spent their summers at my Mom’s house on the farm with their cousins. They formed lasting friendships and spent lots of quality time with their grandmother. I hope my grandkids can spend lots of time with us at the Ponderosa.