Great grandma
When I first started in radio, I moved around a lot. In fact, my first full-time job took me all the way out to the left coast. Many people told me that once you go west, you don’t come back. And having spent a few years in BC, I can attest to its beauty and appeal. Still, I always wanted to one day return “home” which, for me, is Waterloo Region. And yesterday I was reminded why.
I was called on to fill in at the last minute for Gary Doyle on the afternoon gabfest. I’d done the shift before, just never on such short notice. But it was all worth it when I got home from Farwell Live late last night and had a message waiting for me from Grandma Farwell. She had called to say that she heard me come on the radio at Noon and thought it was “so cute” that she was still listening to me read the news with Kate Stockmann four hours later. The time stamp on my answering machine confirmed that Grandma had, indeed, been listening until 4:30 at least.
Home is not a house. Home is where your family is, and it’s nice to be here.