Deja 1 An, Barry has his first birthday in France

We celebrated Barry's birthday on Saturday, a brunch and I looked at this man at the table and smiled to myself how the years have crept up on all of us, everything has changed and nothing has changed.

Today, 28 years ago, I wrote this letter from St. Germain-en-Laye to my family in Howick. 'Well Barry's birthday is just upon us'.

I am delighted to read about his party or 'little do' and just love how I baked decadent Austrian coffee cakes, if I am not mistaken this was a recipe from Lee. Something else I should go hunting for. The birthday favours sound fun too, 'I'll be making each kid a 'train'. Bought rectangular cakes and biscuits and sweet to make them'. With my inadequate sketching ability I did an illustration for Mom.

I wonder at what point I no longer considered myself a baker?

The summerhouse was decorated for the birthday tea, in my photo album I made for Barry I wrote 'no photos, 'cause Mom's camera was not working'.

The few photos I do have are so lovely.
And as predicted in my letter, Shawni is on the Fisher-Price Explorer, the car we bought Barry and  it looks like she is loving it.

'Deja 1 an', Barry has a birthday in Paris.

Postscript:

I found my recipe for the Austrian Coffee Cake.

So will find an occasion to make it again.