Bits & Pieces

Comtemplating Life: Birth Month

2009-06-10T16:19:00.008-04:00

As I'm writing this post (longhand) in one of my favourite corners of our home (my reading/writing nook), I'm reminded of a comment one of my sisters made a while back, that went something like this: "You must be getting old because you're saying "years ago" a lot".

I admit that at first I was (a bit) insulted (sorry sister if you're reading this) even though she said it in fun. Not many of us (women) want to admit our age once we hit the "39 and holding" mark. I remember sitting in my doctor's office on my 40th birthday, crying my eyes out and the doctor asked (gently) if my age was bothering me. "Everything is bothering me", I replied. But that's another story.

This year of 2009, in this (glorious) month of June, I will celebrate (Lord willing) living on this earth for 56 years. Not a milestone, per say, but I'm following another sister's example by observing the day of my "birth" for the entire month. Yes, I thought it was a bit of an extravagant idea at first, but I've since latched on to the concept.

Why shouldn't we look back and remember how we got to this point in our lives, this place of maturity (questionable in my case), of accepting who we are (somewhat); this moment of realizing life has its sweet times, as well as the sad?

Sometimes it does just seem like yesterday (not "years ago") that I was counting down the days and hours until the end of the school term. My birthday falling on the end of the month was always a great measuring stick for that highly anticiapted event. The long summer days of running barefoot in the clover field, pigtails swinging, were (unquestionably) the most magical of my childhood.

Wading in the stream that ran along our property, climbing trees, picking wild strawberries just because I loved to--that "movie" playing in my mind brings joy mixed with a few tears, and lots of sweet sighs...ahhh..

Then, I fast forward to present day. Ouch!! We are bombarded with economical downturn, images of war and poverty and crime and.......Wait a minute...what happened to running barefoot in the sweet summer breezes? Have we lost the "innocence of life" and replaced it with modern technology? My answer is, "Only if we want to".

No, we can't make the tragedies of this crazy and wild world disappear. But we can choose to appreciate where we've been, who we've become, who and how we love and cherish. It's not a matter of a click of the mouse, it's a "matter of the heart"!

After almost 56 years to reflect upon, I'm choosing to honour my "birth" day by celebrating life! And not just for the month of June, but from henseforth. I'm going to hug a little more, treasure the tender moments a little more; laugh, cry and shout a LOT MORE!! I'm going to sing, jump, skip, play, soak in--a WHOLE LOT MORE!!

And...I'm going to spread it around. So, don't be surprised if I call sometime, out of the blue, and ask, "Would you like to come over for tea in the garden?". Then we'll dance on the lawn, laughing like children, because 'we can'.

I hope you celebrate your "birth" day (and month) with those you love and cherish, this year and forever!!

Blessings to you and "yours", Barb

It's Been Tooooooo Long

2008-10-17T09:13:00.009-04:00

I'm not going to even mention that I've not written anything on this Blog in months--I'm not even going to try to make up for time lost, or words not spoken. Let's just begin a new page.

Sometimes God pulls a fast one and draws us out where we wouldn't otherwise go--know what I mean? He places people and events in your life to bless you in so many ways, you are totally blown away and think, "I did NOT expect or deserve any of this".

That has been my "scenario"--let me explain.

On September 3, at around 7:15 that (Wednesday) evening, as my Hubby and I were basking in the warm sunshine on our back screened-in deck, the phone rang. "Probably a telemarketer" was the look we gave each other, and stared at the phone. Hubby, at the last minute, decided to answer and it was "the" call that forever changed my life as I knew it!!

The previous Saturday, (Aug. 30) I had, under great pressure from that (loving) husband of mine, auditioned for a singing competition called, "Gospel's Dynamic Duets". Just let me tell you that I am NOT a competitor--never have been. I like to enjoy life as it is--just let me stay in my box where I"m comfortable and content--you know that place?

Anyway, I (kicking and screaming) agreed to go to this audition, all the way listening to that old devil tell me, "This is not for you, so don't expect anything". And that quite often works if I let it--the old devil knows me, but doesn't have as much power over me as the migthy God I serve--Amen!

So, with this picture in your head now, I walked into a hotel in Halifax, telling my Hubby I would (honestly) do my best, sing my heart out and that would be that, right? We, after all, had a mini holiday planned right afterward and would be staying in a B&B in Lunenburg (that was the "carrot" that Arend dangled in front of my nose--sneaky but it worked).

The judges gave me favourable comments, and told me they would be in touch with me, probably via e-mail. Secretly, I checked my in-box for the next few days and nothing new or starling appeared so the enenmy had apparently won this round. I shrugged it off ( in front of Arend that is) and said, 'Life goes on after auditions"--no big deal."

But, God had a plan, and that September 3rd phone call proved that. Oh, yeah, who was on the phone, you ask? It was one of the producers of GDD, telling me I had the opportunity to go to Ontario (Lake Simcoe) and be part of "Camp" week along with the other people who had auditioned at the 3 major cities across Canada and had made it to the next round!!! I also need to tell you right here that as I was hearing this from the reciever glued to my ear, I was thinking, "Is this a mistake--maybe he's called the wrong number?" But he did have my name right. I calmly told him "Thank-you for calling--Yes, I will come to Camp week, yes, I understand I will have the opportunity to audition (again) to make the top 20, and yes, I will see you in a couple of weeks".

I hung up the phone, shook my head and walked into the kitchen to tell Arend the details, more or less asking him if I had done the right thing by agreeing to go to Ontario. Well, if you've gotten anything from the past Blog posts, you know that husband of mine is my "Dreamer" of dreams for me and never gives up on encouraging me every day to sing and write. I tend to not take him seriously (at least some of the time) but on this occasion he responded in true "Arend" style. "YES"!!!!!!! That was his confirmatin I had indeed "done the right thing".

There were appointments to be made, phone calls, arrangements for our cat to be cared for, shopping (for me) and chores to be completed around our property if we were going to be away for a while.

On Sunday morning (September 20th) at 6:40 AM, we pulled out of our driveway and pointed our van in a westerly direction, with the final destination being Jackson's Point on beautiful Lake Simcoe, about an hour north of Toronto. And as they say, the rest is now history. I will tell you more about our adventure in the next post--I must get to work now--lots to do around this big ole house. Besides, I need for you to drop by again, now that I've gotten back in the writing mode. Pray that I will continue to tap these keys.

Until the next time, Blessings to you and "Yours',
Barb

Bithdays are treasures

2008-04-29T16:02:00.013-04:00

I called my Dad this morning to sing Happy Birthday to him--it's a family tradition I like to keep going by calling as many family members as possible on "their" special days, no matter where they are.

I knew from talking to my Mom that Dad is getting less and less enthusiastic about celebrating the "candle count" and would just as soon forget about the years adding up. Well, I tried to convince him that this day is, always has been and should continue to be applauded and welcomed with joy. "You're still here Dad, you can still walk and talk, jump if you want, garden, see and hear, spend time with your family and friends--what more could you ask for?"

He got kind of quiet on the phone and I thought maybe I had overstepped my bounds--I hope not. As a lady (daughter & mother) who's going to be counting 55 fingers and toes this year, I've figured out that age is not just how you feel anymore, it's all about attitude. And I have to admit I may have more of that than I should.

Having said that, if I can keep it (outlook, mindset, perpspective--AKA attitude) in the positive lane, by encouraging others, lending a hand (and a shoulder now and then), loving those who mean everything to me, I'm certain I can live (if not longer) happier and more comfortable with each year than I was with the last.

But this post isn't supposed to be about me--I wanted to wish my Dad and any others who may be reading this today (or anytime) a blessed day of not just counting candles but counting blessings.

Look around you--what do you see--what do you hear? Who makes you smile, who challenges you to learn new things, what has enriched your life over this past 12 months? I don't believe any one of us could not think of at least a few times when we realized it was "grand" to just be alive.

Yes, there is a lot of sadness, sickness, turmoil and on and on it goes, in this world, and we know there always will be. Unfortunately we have no power to stop misery as long as we live. However, we can choose to seek the "sunshine" on a dark day; sometimes all it takes is for us to pick up the phone and talk to a friend. Or, in my case on birthdays, sing.

Birthdays can, and are meant to, be a perfect opportunity to reflect on our lives, on the "living" that we've done and the living left to do.

I know you may be thinking, "Get off your soap-box lady", and so I will now. I still want my Dad and you too, to have an amazing time on the day of your birth. Spend time with someone you love or perhaps someone you don't even know (volunteering). See just how meaningful this day can be.

Blessings to you and "yours", as always,
Barb
PS: I don't have a picture of Dad blowing out his candles, so I decided to post a few favourite flower photos--enjoy And Dad, if you're there, I haven't told anyone how old you are--only my age. And remember, you're still young--only 19 years older than me

Grandma "Firsts"

2008-03-08T19:08:00.018-04:00

After almost 55 years here on this earth, there're lots of "snapshots" in my mind of memories that are unique to my "scrapbook" if you will.

I've become a grandmother, and it seems like a brand new "era" in the life and times of Barb Prosser Winder. How did I get to this point and what lies just beyond the horizon? We all know that only God has the answer to the future, but upon reflection of the past, I can certainly share a few moments that stand out for me. And I don't mean I'm going to try to recall my "life's story" in a 600 word Blog post. No, I have a specific goal for today, as the title of this entry suggests.

Last April 17th, I got a phone call that started me on a journey that not only changed my life, but changed how I look at the span of time that God has given to me, to do with it as I will (with plenty of guidance from Him of course).

I heard the words, "Mom, you're a grandmother" and my heart's natural rhythm sped up, my hands started to shake, I couldn't speak English (kidding). I could NOT get in the car fast enough and make the 50 minute trip to the hospital where I would meet this newest member of our family and fall in love at first sight (You can actually refer back to June 3, 2007's post entitled "Grandma Time" to get a sense of those warm fuzzy feelings).

Riley Derek Johnston has taken hold of his Nanna's hand and heart and has given new purpose to this grateful soul who now can NOT imagine life without him.

From his first visit to our home, to this very moment on this stormy March evening, there's this tenderness that just "happens" whenever I think about his little chubby fingers reaching up to touch my face. I don't think I could ever really explain it to my son, or anyone other than maybe another Grandma. "It" turns us to mush, makes us act sillier than usual and just plain flips our boring life upside down.

The first time I held him in my arms, the first time I got to show him off at church, the first time I sang onstage with Riley in my arms, the first time I dipped him in our pool, the first time I recorded with him on my lap (this past November I released a Christmas album and Riley's picture is in the insert).

The first live radio gig with my precious grandson sitting on my lap, reaching for the mic--It's all captured in snapshots. In fact, I made an album for my son and his girlfriend, gave it to them for Christmas and Riley's Mom sat with tears flowing down her cheeks as she turned the pages in that album. I had enlagements framed for them and Jackie had them hung as soon as we walked out the door that day I think:o)

Whatever life holds from here on out, whatever "stuff" happens, nothing can ever compare to the new "firsts" that have been given me over these last few months. God has blessed me in ways I could never have imagined or dreamed of, and all the money or fame in the entire world could never even come close to topping that.

I'm so thrilled to be a grandmother--it's a title I carry with bliss etched forever on my face and down to my very core.

Maybe it's because I've been reading a book by Karen Kingsbury this week--the father of the Baxter family makes scrapbooks of letters that his wife had written over the years to him and their 6 children--that has made me appreciate my own "place" in this world. The place where love lives and keeps us going, where "firsts" mean more love and appreciation for the blessings we can count, starting with the awakening each morning to a new day.

And, if you've read any of my previous posts in the last few months, you also know that my Hubby's daughter has given us a beautiful grand-daughter to love and spoil. She'll be 3 a few days now and is the light of our lives (I did NOT want to leave her out of the picture because she's so very special to me--just as special as Riley). We've enjoyed many visits from her as well--"play-dates" they call them now.

I will include 2 or 3 photos of these darling grandkids. Just before I close though, I must thank these children of "ours" for bringing these delightful little humans into the world. Life will never be the same, since that "first" look at those new grand-babies--Love it, love it........Blessings to you and yours......Barb
okay, there are 5 or 6 photos-- Grin

Long, Long Winter

2008-03-05T08:42:00.015-04:00

It's March 5th--can you believe it? Outside my office window, freezing rain pellets, mixed with a fine snow, are being swept across the fields by a blistering Arctic wind. How's that for a Maritime picture this "pre" spring Wednesday morning?

Yesterday when I ambled down our long driveway to get our morning newspaper, I was basking in the 40 degree (F) temps, loving the sound of those finches, and savouring the feel of the warm air on my face. Not so this morn--I had to pick my way over the ice that lays underneath this freezing "mess" that we're being pounded with, yet AGAIN!

My point to all this grumbling? There is none really. It's that "pre" spring thing I mentioned. It's the onset of spring fever, that yearing that "springs" up from the lowest part of our bellies, where we dream of "green" (and I'm not talking about St. Patty's Day), where we start to imagine the smell of the fresh earth and envision the new buds popping on our trees and shrubs. It's that urge to yell, "Enough of this Mother Nature--we've had enough!"

My husband has taken more photos this season than ever before, simply because the scenes that have met us at the breakfast table have been awe-inspiring, incredibly breath-taking, stop-you-in-your-tracks beautiful. But, we've now got all of those photos we could ever want or need.

It's time for a "turn"--a new corner that takes us away from these stinging north winds and freezing pellets. We want "warm", sand, beach walks, colour back on our faded "northern" skin. And, that said, Hubby picked up the phone yesterday and made reservations at Myrtle Beach, for a 2 week holiday for us. Can I yell now? YES! YES! YES!

For today and the next few, I can focus on my "to-do" lists, sort through my "beach" clothes, start my packing, dream, dream, dream. Okay, Lord willing, the dream will become reality in a few weeks, as we load up and head south, to a one-bedroom efficiency, just across the street from an Atlantic Ocean beach that will be our home for a glorious 12 days--I'm going to yell again; YES!!!!!

I do also have to mention that we've both been hit with a nasty bug, giving us sinus pain, buckets of "you-know-what", coughing fits and over-all "blahs". Top that with storms that won't quit and you have a recipe for the "get-away" blues. Well, we also have to say that we are blessed to able to travel to somewhere warmer, if even only for a few days. We can dip our toes in the salt water, gather shells and sharks' teeth (yes, sharks' teeth), gently brown our legs and arms with Myrtle Beach sun on a beach that's just steps away from our lodging--HOW CAN YOU HATE THAT??

Thank-you Lord for winter--I mean, thank-you Lord for warmer places, and for our warm summer, which we will (no doubt) be complaining about before too long. Help us NOT to grumble but teach us to love where we are and who we are--Amen!

Blessings to you and "yours" today and we'll chat again soon.... Barb
I've included a few of those "awe-inspiring" photos I was talking about, and yes, there is lots of beauty in winter-I do have to be honest here--grin:o)

Always Learning

2008-01-23T14:17:00.000-04:00

Whenever I think about Winnie Laagland Winder and her trek to Canada back in 1955, I frequently try to put myself in her shoes--I can NOT speak the language (one of the biggest hurdles she had to overcome perhaps), I do NOT know a single soul, I have no other family in this area, I'm pregnant and probably need a doctor. And that's just the tip of the iceberg. My husband has got to work day and night to not only feed us, but he's also striving to build our first new home in Canada. How am I ever supposed to cope with this mountain in front of me?

Winnie's inner strength (and the well must have run deep) carried her through many struggles I know, but her faith in God was also put to the test. When she had seemingly no one to turn to, she would pray, on her knees, with all the children tucked in bed--she would pray. "Heavenly Father, you brought us to this big land and I know you'll keep and protect us. Help Cor and I to always do your will, help us to raise our children to believe and trust in you, watch over them Lord. I love them as you love us and help me to be a good mother. Amen"

God surely answered her prayers, and I believe even Winnie was amazed at just how He answered. The friends Winnie made in Marysville were a great support system for her, helping her with so many little things. By extending invitations to their homes, they offered advice, a shoulder, and an arm chair to sit in while they shared knitting patterns and recipes.

Winnie's baking expertise became one of her "signature" identification traits, right up there with her infectious smile. And those 2 things conjure up so many stories, and I'll share a few in the upcoming posts. Suffice to say at this point, that the learning never stopped, and neither does it for any of us. Winnie may have started her life in Canada with many obstacles, but that didn't prevent her from becoming a delightful friend, faithful servant of God, and a loving Mother.

I can recall countless times when Winnie would be sitting at my kitchen table, asking for the recipe of the muffins I was serving, and she would tell me, "I can always learn to make new things--that is good". Her independant spirit was evident even in her final days with her struggle with Alzheimer's Disease. She never gave up; her inner light never faded, not until her last breath. I so loved that about her!

To me, Wijtske Laagland Winder was an inspiration; someone who gave of herself tirelessly and never complained. Writing about "bits" of her life is (admittedly) helping me to personally cope with our loss. But even more importantly, what you read here just may be inspiring for you. That's my hope today.

I'll not wait too long to share more--Blessings to you and Yours, Barb

As a tip--I think I'll recount a story from my husband's point of view (since he was there) in the next post. He is after all, my key research assistant:o) I am posting this today and will add photos later:o)

Welcome to Canada

2008-01-22T16:31:00.000-04:00

Settling in, with 4 boys, ages 10-2, I'm certain was an acconplishment deserving of at least "Mother of the Year" for the young Wijtske (then almost 29, in 1955). And I must also add here that baby # 5 was on the way and would be the first (daughter) born in Canada.

So, with less than $100 and only a few personal belongings, Winnie and Cornelis had already determinied this wasn't any holiday abroad. Challenges they perhaps hadn't even thought of were awaiting them. There would be no turning back, no giving up. They would make this work.

As Winnie regaled me with tales of those initial days of adjustment, one memory stands out for me as sweet, yet profound. Early on she quickly saw how members of the community of Marysville reached out to these new Dutch neighbours, inviting them to church and ladie's groups with the hand of friendship.

As Winnie's 4 youngsters explored the neighbourhood and learned English with relative ease, it became quite apparent that a new baby was on the way. The ladies of the Reformed Baptist Church got together and organized a baby shower for the young mother, deciding they would go to her house with food and gifts, as is the custom here in the Maritimes.

Let me just interject at this point that in Holland, at that time, there was no such thing as a baby shower, so the concept was another totally foreign idea to the Laagland Winders.

Can you just picture the astonishment on Winnie's face when hearing a knock, she opened the door to several women standing on her front step (of one of the brick houses on "Brick Hill"), gifts and containers in hand, asking the bewildered Winnie if they could come in.

This is where I couldn't stop smiling and asking Winnie, "What did you do, what did you say?"

"Well, I stood back and said, welcome, welcome, come in". I remember Winnie telling me there were probably 20-30 women, all crowding into their very small living room and kitchen area, setting out food, laying presents--somewhere. Some of the details were sketchy at best, but I can imagine Winnie as she said, "Very nice" after opening each gift, still pondering why these women would do such a thing.

For me, the new custom not only presented Winnie with gifts for the new baby, it was the beginning of many new friendships, long-lasting and unconditional. That baby shower introduced a young Dutch mother to Canadian ways like no other event could have. She realized that her neighbours saw her as one of them and not the "foreigner" she may have thought they would have.

She was accepted into their lives and their ways, and she would have felt deeply the love and kindness extended to her. Yes, it's one my favourite "Winnie" stories, being a mother myself and remembering the baby showers I attended over the years for friends and family. I don't think any could compare to Winnie's "induction" into the Canadian "mothers" club". Her first (Canadian) daughter would also experience the baby shower parties, giving birth to a son and daughter, blessing Winnie and Cor with grandbabies to love and cherish.

I have lots more to share with you, but I'm saving these chronicles for later posts. Drop by again to Bits & Pieces, and don't forget to sign in and leave a comment. I love hearing from readers--lets me know this Blog isn't just floating in space for naught.

Blessings to you & "Yours",
Barb
PS: The 2 photos at the top are of Nellie, aged 7 months, and the other is of Cor with Nell and Hans

A Beautiful Lady

2008-01-21T16:36:00.000-04:00

There are special people that God has placed in our lives, to enrich our own little corners of the Universe, and today I'd like to pay tribute to one such extraordinary lady.

Her name was Wijtske (fondly known as Winnie by her Canadian friends & family) Laagland Winder. If anyone had asked her to describe herself, I'm sure she would have said there was nothing remarkable about her or her life. She gave birth to 8 children, was a stay-at-home Mom and a loyal and loving wife.

There's not a star on the walk of fame in her honour, nor is she known to the world. Her achievments were nothing out of the ordinary she would tell you; she was just a mother who loved her family and did the best she could.

But to those who loved "her", she epitomized the courage and strength it took to adapt to a new culture and a new beginning after the Second Great World War.

Immigrating to Canada with her husband and 4 young sons, Winnie surely must have struggled to leave her beloved Holland, all remnants of "familiar" (except what they could fit in a large wooden crate) and board a huge troop ship bound for Halifax, taking them to a land of "unknowns", but also opportunities, so they were told.

I imagine, if I close my eyes, Winnie's first glimpse of the shores of Canada, as her 4 boys and husband stood by her side, her excitement building even while her stomach did flip-flops. What would have been her first thought as she tried to quiet those rambunctious "Dutchies" as they climbed up to get a better look?

Fear, I'm sure, must have gripped her heart, but wonder and an intense longing to touch her feet to soil after a 7 day journey on the open seas would have flooded her young mind. How would she manage the language barrier, how would she ever get used to new customs, meet strangers who would look at her with perhaps pity. But maybe those would have been my fears.

I think Winnie Laagland Winder trusted God to take care of her and her family, buckling up for the road ahead. Even as her husband headed off on a train to Fredericton, where he would find work, Winnie did what she had to do to get through those first days at Pier 21, living in dormatory surroundings. Listening to her tell the stories, it would seem she took hold of the adverture in the same manner her children did. "Let's settle in, make the best of things and see what happens".

And on that note, I'm going to leave "the rest of the story" for another post--perhaphs several more posts, as I fondly remember the woman who became my mother-in-law, the stong and capable woman who pulled me into her generous and loving heart.

Stay tuned for more and till the next time (I will try to not keep you waiting too long)--Blessings to you and "Yours",
Barb
PS: The picture at the top is of Winnie and her 2 oldest sons, Arend and Marten. This photo was taken in 1947.

Good for the Soul

2007-09-21T11:37:00.000-04:00

I can remember back to a time in my life when this time of year meant seasonal work for me, getting up at 5 in the morning, packing a lunch, dressing my children in warm clothes, and heading to the potato fields (first dropping off the kids with Grandma) to put in as many as 15 hours bent over a harvester table, picking out rocks and rotten potatoes. It makes my back ache to even think about doing such things today. Has it been that long? Yes, nearly 20 years since I've even set my feet on a potato harvester. My last year of service was around 1987 or 88, and I told my boss I was working for my PHd that year--aka: Potato Harvester Diploma--my one and only degree.

In 2007, I've managed a complete *about-face* and Hubby and I got away for a few days, travelling to the Saguenay Region of Quebec, escaping the everyday chores and ho-hum, to just savour each other and God's creation all around us. Of course our area here offers the similar landscapes, autumn spendor, rolling farms, but seeing different people and experiencing the French culture was a treat for us. And, leaving your comfort zone can be rejuvinating.

Our travel plan took us to Riviere-du-Loup to cross the ferry, from there on up the Saguenay Valley (or the Fiord Route) to Chicoutimi, stopping the first and second nights in B&B's in Petit-Saguenay and St. Felicien. Since last fall, we've been raving about the B&b experience and this trip did not dissapoint.

All three B&B locations offered garden settings on the property--right outside our door in Old Quebec in fact. The hospitality and "geting-to-know-your-table mates" conversation at breakfast was definitely high on the list of *good things* for me. I will mention here the names of the places where we stayed in case you, my readers, are interested: Auberge Les 2 Pignons (Petit-Saguenay), A La Pepiniere Ticouape (ST. Feliciene) and A l'Augustine (Old Quebec). You will find all of these on:

The first 2 mornings we were pretty much on our own at the table. But that was certainly not the case in Old Quebec. Actually, the first morning there we had to wait for a place setting, while the first *group* enjoyed their meal. When our turn came, we were absolutely delighted with the folks who not only engaged in jovial conversation but shared tidbits of their *home* countries: Belgium, France, Australia and Germany. Arend even got to speak a little Dutch to a couple of the guests. To say that we thoroughly appreciated the light-heartedness of our companions would be an understatement. I'm sure you could hear our laughter all the way to the St.Lawrence River ( I saw a few twinkles in the eye of our hostess as well:))I even sang a Patsy Cline tune to the circle around the antique table, much to their surpise (I'm not sure if they were delighted or not--grin:0))

As per usual, I'm going to *show* you the truth of what I've been writing about this morning, to share in the best way I can our own way of *de-stressing*. If you're planning a get-away any time soon, don't rule out B&B's as possible lodging. You may very well be pleasantly and unexpectedly delighted as we were.

On this day, Tuesday, September 25, 2007, I wish you and "Yours" many blessings--Until the next time, right here on Bits & Pieces, Barb

Side note: "Hello" to our friends at the breakfast table in old Quebec--we still think about you fondly and hope you all had safe travels back to your homes!

Last days of summer

2007-08-28T10:50:00.000-04:00

My only explanation for not having posted regularly is that I'm soaking up all the time I can outdoors, enjoying the late bloomers in the garden and picking the harvest from my (3x6) box veggie plot. We know the (ultimate) ending to this lazy, hazy season, and I'm not wanting to miss one single second of Mother Nature's panoramic vista spread out right here in our neighbourhood!

Plus, we have houseguests for a few weeks. Our daughter, her husband and 2-year-old daughter (our grand-baby) are spending their nights with us while their new home is being built. This morning Eden and I were out exploring, playing hide-and-seek, picking morning glories and cucumbers and looking for squirrels and blue-jays. How can you possible top that for morning entertainment?

There is a sad note though, as life changes and loved ones are taken from us. Arend's childrens' maternal grandmother passed away early Monday morning, after her courageous struggle with a post-op infection. She was 86 and there are those who will say (and have already) that she lived a good, long life. That said, it doesn't make it any easier to bid farewell to someone who's been in your life longer than you can remember.

So, as the season changes, so do our life circumstances. It's expected that "there's a time to live and a time to die", but facing that truth is never simple and painless. We all have to reach out to our "own" and comfort in the best ways we know how.

Today I can spend time with our grand-daughter and give her parents those moments with their relatives in their sadness.

Reach out to your loved ones today. Sometimes even a phone call means the world to someone you haven't talked to in a while. And if you can, share a story or maybe a photo with that special person.

Blessings on this August 28th, 2007.
Till the next time, Barb

PS: I've included a few of those *August bloomers* from the lily gardens, as well as a delightful "pixie" tucked in among the pine-tree branches.

Haven't forgotten

2007-08-14T16:06:00.000-04:00

Last Friday afternoon, Arend and I (after picking 17 quarts of blueberries) loaded our grandson's *things* in the back of our van (along with our grandson) and made our way back home to spend time with a precious (almost) 4-month-old sweetie. Waving good-bye to my son and his girlfriend and her 3-year-old son brought smiles, and butterflies too. Would little Riley miss his Mommy & Daddy too much and maybe we'd have to bring him back earlier than planned.

No, I told myself, we're not going to fret about that right now. Let's get him settled in at our place and take care of him as best we can; that is, if I haven't forgotten how!

The (hour and 15 minute) drive home went smooth as silk, with Riley cooing in the back seat, in his car seat of course, watching the miles roll by while Arend and I gabbed about how the next few days would play out.

I knew (without saying) that I would be taking care of the grandbaby--that was a given, but maybe I could (possibly) get Arend to watch over him if I had to leave the room or something--that was okay with Hubby.

What I didn't realize, however, was the special connection this precious bundle would have with my heart, as he and I talked and cooed, as grandparents and their *babes* do. Rocking him to sleep in the minutes just before sunset, feeling his soft breath against my neck, brought sigh upon sigh of contentment from my lips, and his too. I sang a few lullubys to him, all the while smiling, with a tear or two tucked in the corners of my eyes, ready to spill at any moment.

And those 5:30 feedings, after Riley had slept for almost 9 hours straight (much better that Nanna did)--well, the morning "coming alive" had never looked or felt so sweet. Riley is a true *snuggler* and Nanna was happy with that. He even looked right up at me after one burp and grinned, as if to say, "What do you think of that Nanna"?

But all the words in the world could never articulate the depth of feeling in my heart and soul, to hold and spend quality "Nanna" time with that child--child of "my child"!

I guess you get the impression by now that I'm oh so captivated by a certain little babe and I hope and pray he can visit with Nanna as often as his parents allow.

Pictures capture his looks and smiles and "kodak" moments, but having him in my arms is the only *real* way to bond and experience that special relationship between us. Having said that, if you're reading this post, you certainly can see how he stole my heart. Of course, no one with a camera in hand (grin) was around in the wee hours of the morning but you get the picture anyway if you're a Nanna or Grandpa.
Until the next time, Blessings to you and "yours",
Barb

Memories in the making

2007-08-07T13:52:00.000-04:00

Being the oldest in a family of 6, I guess I could say that I (may) have the most memories tucked away in my family "bank", to think on at my leisure.

This past long holiday weekend, one of those priceless mementos was played out at my parent's house last Saturday when we stopped by to see my brother and his 2 children. My Mom had a quilt on, as she quite often does, and when I walked into the living room, I couldn't believe what I saw.

My nephew (8 years old) and niece (6) were working intently on Mom's latest project, just as if they'd been quilting for years--seriously. For something fun, my mom had taught them how to stitch and they took to that like a duck to water. Their little hands were working the needle, slowly and carefully, following the pattern, while telling us that "Gram now has 2 new helpers".

I've tried the quilting thing and it was not for me. After a couple of stitches, a prick to my finger and tangled thread, I immediately put down my needle for good--needless to say, I'm severly "handy-work* challenged.

But those 2 little troopers stuck with it and they were getting quite good. Of course Arend got out the Canon and snapped a few shots of our newest recruits for future projects. My niece (with the most serious of looks on her sweet face) looked at Mom and said, "Nanna, if you need help with this next week, you call me and I'll come out"--Too, too cute.

It's an amazing thing to watch grandchildren learning from a grandparent, the old "ways" that today's generation have all but forgotten, or, have never even seen done.

Now, as a new grandma, I'm wondering what things I can teach my "little one" when he visits this weekend. One thing is for certain, little Riley will never learn the art of quilting from me. I guess that only means he will have to visit his Great-Grandma for a few lessons. But not for a few years.

I know I keep writing about my experinces with all the youngsters in my family, but I can't say it enough--"Spend time with these people, who all too soon grow up--they have so much to offer and so much love to give--you'll not be sorry you gave of your time to enrich their lives as well as your own."

Blessings on this 8th day of August, Barb

Long Weekend

2007-08-06T09:49:00.000-04:00

What a gorgeous holiday Monday morning it is! In our fair province, we celebrate the first Monday in August as our provincial *pride* day if you will. It's another long weekend in summer for families and friends to visit, travel and just simply enjoy the lazy, hazy days of what I call the "second half" of the warm season.

And keeping with that theme, Arend and I ventured *up the river* on Saturday, taking quart boxes to pick blueberries on my son's (newly acquired) property. He knew he had these high-bush berries when he bought the land last November, but I know he was very pleasanty surprised to realize the bountiful crop of not only fruit but "hospitality" they would render.

Now let me explain the hospitality part. Because of time constrictions with family and my son's job, he decided to open the berry patch for a U-pick, welcoming in family, neighbours and friends to pick and enjoy a *morning out* at the same time.

Ryan strolled up after we'd been there for a while, smiling at the scene playing out before his eyes. People with all sorts of containers, were chatting and sharing stories as the delightful blue fruit literally spilled into pitchers and whatever else one could find to fill. Ryan's reaction was of pure delight, as he remembered picking strawberries with me when he was 8 or 9 years old. Okay, he wasn't delighted with the *work* part, but he was quite happy to have all this activity going on in *his* berry patch.

Afterwards, "Nanna" spent precious time with Riley, whos' now almost 4 months old and getting cuter every day, if that's possible. And, the best part of the visit for me, his parents agreed to let Riley come to Nanna's (very soon) for an extended sleep-over--possibly 3 or 4 days. Now we didn't bring him yet, but we are planning to go up in a day or two, so Riley and his "things" can be packed and ready when we arrive.

I've dreamed about this ever since he was born you know--having time for one-on-one with my grandson--pure heaven for me. I will share with you pictures and special moments after his visit so stay tuned for that.

In the meantime, blessings to you and your family,
Barb

Full Circle

2007-08-03T07:22:00.000-04:00

On this beautiful 3rd day of August, I wanted to share with you a charming visit we were blessed to experience this week. Not only did we entertain my Mom's sister, but, I had the opportunity to treat her to our own brand of Maritime (and family) hospitality. You see, I used to, as a young girl, spend time with her and her family on their farm, gathering eggs and whatever else I could help do, all the while savouring my time away from home on summer vacation.

Growing up in a small house with 4 sisters, I always dreamed of having my own room someday. And, for a night or two, my Aunt Marilyn made that dream come true for me.

So, when we invited her over to our "B&B", I wanted to return that kindness she had extended to a very appreciative neice, all those years ago. The master suite was hers for a night, complete with her own *spa* bathroom (she enjoyed her very first whirlpool bath), a balcony outside the garden door in the bedroom with a view of the gardens below, and, early morning coffee to take in that view (she had requested me to set the coffee pot to perk at 6 AM).

Arend and I had planned to camp out in the Miami Room, so we convinced her that she was not "putting us out" of our room. It was hers to enjoy, on this, her very first "over-night" in our home.

And enjoy she did! After an evening swim, followed by a relaxing *tubbie*, we sat by canlelight on the back deck, talking and laughing, pausing once in a while to listen to the *night* sounds in our wild and someitmes busy backyard (an interesing and humourous story I'll have to tell another time--grin).

As the clock neared the midnight mark, my aunt stretched and said, "Good-night, don't let the bedbugs bite" and made her way up to her sanctuary for a few hours, before waking with the dawn and a cup of java.

I'm still smiling when I think of her in that king-size bed, giggling like the young girl who was treated to her own room long, long ago. Just another memory for the scrapbooks; no, not just another memory, but indeed a very special and unforgetable memory, to think about and smile over when the nights once again get long and cold. Please, though, Barbara, don't start even to think about that yet!!! Blessings on this wonderful summer day, enjoy your time with "yours" and until the next time, Barb

Keeping busy

2007-07-20T09:03:00.000-04:00

I'm flabbergasted that we're over the halfway mark in July--where is the time going? As usual, summers march on before we even get over our long winters.

However, I didn't plan to get on one of my *weather tangents* today. I did want to count a few blessings in our lives here at our "hotel" (of sorts). We've not only enjoyed having guests in, we can honestly say that staying busy entertaining has helped us to forget about the (unseasonable) weather patterns (careful Barbara or you'll slip into that tangent mode--grin).

Last weekend, two of my great-neices spent 4 nights with their Auntie Barb and Uncle Arend and our house came alive with voices and imaginations, mingling to make us laugh and bustle to keep up with 2 youngsters under the age of 10!! Suddenly our nest became a place where little birds were intent on having as much fun as possible and we'd better keep up or else.

As the generation before them (my neices who are now grown), these two love to open my closets and haul out shoes (with my permission of course) and old clothes that I haven't taken to Goodwill yet, and proceed to play dress-up and put on impromptu plays. If Hollywood scouts had been about, I'm sure they would have signed these two cuties on for commercials at the very least. What actors they are.

They even completed their ensembles with make-up (lipstick and a dab of blush) and accessories worthy of a Hollywood wardrobe. We were treated to southern accents and many different character depictions, including changes from southern belle to southern gentleman. Priceless!

We wouldn't have enjoyed ourselves more (or as much) if we had spent $30 on theatre tickets. And it makes me realize what we would be missing if we didn't invest time watching and listening to these delightful little people who all too soon grow up and go on to their own lives.

Of course we were tired at the end of their visit--we're not as young or energetic as we once were, but the memories we've collected (a few I'm sharing with photos) are forever embedded in our minds, to think back on whenever we want.

They say that keeping busy keeps you young and I believe it. Young at heart and young in spirit. Take time with your "little ones". You won't be dissapointed and you may just discover another secret to a longer and sweeter life. Blessings to you on this summer day, Barb

Refreshed

2007-06-29T11:34:00.000-04:00

I am supposed to be doing something in the kitchen, but I'm taking just a few moments to post today, before my 2 friends arrive to help me celebrate my birthday with a sleep-over in the Miami Room.

The sky is back to a clear blue, the air smells of fresh mown grass and wild flowers, and our B&B is waiting to hear familiar voices, as we linger over herbal tea and "crumpets" and watch those fireflies flicker in the backyard tonight. I know many women who don't even want to acknowledge the day they entered this world, but I'm a firm believer in celebrating *life*, and the day we were born is indeed special. In fact, one of my (4) sisters wrote to me and said this: "Celebrate every single day this (your birthday) month." And I think she's got the right idea.

That said, my husband has been looking a bit (too) secretive these past few days. I'm not totally positive but I wouldn't be surprised if he has a couple of extra tokens tucked up his t-shirt sleeves this year. (I'm saying that because, as I finish this post 2 more days have passed since my birthday and now I know the suspicious looks on his face were appropriate--grin).

I was attending to (several) last minute details on Friday and Arend kept saying, "Go on up and take your shower Babes", or, "Just leave that for me to do dear, and go freshen up before your "girls" arrive". Around 7 I decided to give in and head upstairs, but before I did I just had to do one more thing in the kitchen. And out of the corner of my eye I noticed a couple of our friends coming through the garage. That puzzled look on my face was a dead give-away that I did not know they were part of the *kitchen* party that was soon to start. Another good friend of mine (the one who "fixed up" Arend and I--long story) also arrived before I could exit to the shower. The laughter that ensued was long and loud let me tell you, and our stomach muscles were stretched way beyond their limits.

Bithday celebrations are always fun but I have to say that this one was extra special and I must thank Hubby for his part in the *invite* department. Of course, I might have thrown a few hints about not having a party for a long, long time--okay, since I was 9 or 10 I think. I can now boast that growing older is so much more *worth it* when you're in the company of good friends.

I've included a couple of pics (notice the birthday girl with a flower pot hanging over her head), and until the next time, Blessings to you every day, Barb

Summer's Bounty

2007-06-28T08:13:00.000-04:00

As long as I live I know I will never tire of the changing of the seasons in our beloved Maritime provinces. I may complain about the cold in winter (right after Christmas and up until April or so), the heat in August (when not even a hint of a breeze exits when the darkness falls, making it impossible to sleep), the freezing rain in early spring (and late fall and anytime during winter)--yes, we Maritimers love to hate our weather. But, where else can you look up at the sky and say, 'I think there's a storm coming" and the next few minutes the clouds have disappeared as if they'd never been?

Last night, after shutting out the light (and trying to shut out Hubby's snoring) I noticed right away that *heat* lightning was beginning to turn the night sky into a "festival of lights". Not only was the sky alive with colour, the fire-flies twinkled in the grass and trees that make our front garden area so appealing any time of day or night.

For a while I just gazed out the garden door and remembered the summer evenings of my childhood, when we ran and chased those delightful creaturs of light, capturing a few to hold in our hands, with looks of pure wonderment on our faces. "How do they do that?" we'd ask. And Dad would tell us some sort of magical story about how God needed to have extra light for the night creatures, or maybe I imagined that.

I pictured little field mice having their pathways lit up so they could make it back to their nests, where their young were waiting to be tucked in. I thought about the rabbits who just sat for a while, on the edge of the forest, enjoying "the show", mesmerized by thousands of blinkings in the quiet of dark. I remember thinking, "Wouldn't it be fun if we could light up like those bugs, and stay out all night until the sun came up".

Ahh, those innocent ramblings of a child. Today's world seems so far removed from that time and place. Let's not forget that magic. Let's not let *life* take that away. For tis the "stuff" of dreams, and look where dreams have brought us. We are here, able to still see and hear the delights of God's creation. That's something to be so thankful for. Blessings, Barb

Company's Coming!

2007-06-14T09:51:00.000-04:00

I'm running around the house today (again!) getting things ready for our visitors this weekend. My parents and one of my sisters are *camping* out here, at our "B&B" Friday night. My Mom and sister are attending a Ladies Retreat at our church, and, if I can talk Dad into helping (grin) the men are supposed to help serve the 125 ladies in attendance.

Dad's reaction on the phone this morning, when I mentioned the "men serving" thing was priceless: "What, you're joking right? We don't have to serve do we?" My answer, "Now who else would serve Dad, when all the ladies will be sitting down at the tables"?. There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment or two, so I still don't know his "final answer" but I'm sure he'll pitch in, along with several good men from our church.

Our pastor's wife and her daughter-in-law have been planning this conference for months now, and I think even they are a bit overwhelmed at the response. It's the first of this kind of event to be held at our (newly constructed) church building and God has answered prayers, big time. My sister commented the other day, "I'm ready for some spiritual food", and what better way to be fed than to get together with a group of Christian women and worship God through singing, sharing and praying. Our speaker is from Nashville, Tennessee and I believe this will be her first time here in our beautiful province, and maybe even in Canada, I'm not sure. So, in Maritime style, we'll give her a warm and enthusiastic welcome.

That said, I must get back to work with my own *welcome* preparations. Rooms are being freshened up, meals are being planned, the *Miami* room is ready for late night "gab" sessions between sisters and mother (if Mother can stay awake--grin) and oh yes, there's lists to make for the men of the house to attend to. I've got my work cut out for me, wouldn't you say? Till the next time, stay tuned for results of our interesting and fun weekend at the Winder household. Blessings, Barb
Oh yes, I will have pictures for the next post as well!

Grandma Time

2007-06-03T05:51:00.000-04:00

I'm up this morning, early on a Sunday for me, waiting for little Riley and his parents to wake up. There can be no beating around the bush when it comes to how I feel about my "child's child". I'm in love all over again, with another new life that carries a small part of his Grandma in his heart. And my own heart is overflowing and ready to spill over as soon as I hear Riley's first coo.

I held him last night until he fell asleep, snuggling into my body like he's always been there. As we got to know each other with our own special language, I noticed how long his fingers are and how perfect his little facial features. Hints of more grins to come caused extra beats from my heart, and seeing those eyes looking up at me asking, "Are you my Grandma?" took my breath away.

As I finish this post later in the day, after spending more "Grandma" time with Riley, I have to tell you that this has been one of the best weekends of my life. We took Riley to church with us, where every lady in the congregation got to have a look at him before our pastor began his morning message. My son Ryan and his girlfriend Jackie went out for a couple of hours in the afternoon, while Nanny and Grampie took care of the baby (of course--grin). I got to give him a bath, basking in the smiles and coos, not wanting these precious moments to end--ever!

But, Riley's Momma and Daddy have to go home, only to return again--soon, I hope. In the meantime, I'll be in touch of course. And one of these summer days, when we decide to leave the gardening and the yard work, we'll *mosy* on up the river and visit at their house.

I'll be dreaming about that, thinking about the many changes that will be taking place even as we speak. Riley will be steadily growing, his personality will be developing and those smiles will delight all and whoever is in the vicinity of Riley's *space*. I love you Riley! Till the next time, Barb (AKA "Nanna")

Preparations

2007-06-02T10:31:00.000-04:00

I do love to have company in our home, and getting ready for visitors is a labour of love, truly it is. The downside is the extra chores I think I have to do before my guests arrive; you know the routine--iron the good table-cloth for the dining-room table, check for dust in obscure corners, make sure the good silverware is polished and ready. As I always tell the folks I'm visiting, "It's you we've come to see, not your house".

Having said that, I should tell you that my (youngest) son, his wife and that new grandson of ours are treking "down the river", as we say in New Brunswick, to spend the night, and maybe more, with us today. I've got brown beans in the slow cooker (it's slower that usual and needs to be replaced), brown bread is rising on the kitchen island counter, ingredients for salads are at the ready, to be put together later. Have I forgotten anything? Yes, I must make a dessert; carrot cake is an excellent choice (especially since I haven't tasted that treat for months now) and I believe that everyone *must* like it as much as I do!

As mothers do, I want this visit to be perfect and it will be, even if little things like dusting aren't finished. It's pleasant enough today to eat our supper in the "Miami Room" as Arend refers to the back screened-in deck. That's one of the best things about our summers here--being able to enjoy outdoors without the blackflies chewing us up.

I think I'm really starting to wander in this post now, as my mind is far away, listening to a wee lad cooing and watching him grin at his Grandma, while she's filling her heart with as much love as it can possibly hold.

I did say in the last post I would talk about gardening today, but you understand how I got sidetracked. The hours can't go by fast enough until I'm holding Riley, giving him kisses to make up for lost time. Ahhhh, the joys of grand-motherhood. Love it, love it!!! Until the next time (look for pics then too--grin), Barb (who's scooting to the kitchen now)

Gardening

2007-05-31T08:29:00.000-04:00

A few years ago a good friend of mine invited me to one of her garden club meetings, and at the time I thought, 'I'm not really a gardener" but I accepted and was very pleasantly surprised and glad that I did. I had the opportunity to not only meet those wonderful (and wise) gardeners, but to invite them to our home and return their generous hospitality. The club meets weekly during the summer months and I hope to able to attend this season. Yes, they did welcome me into their *circle*.

As far as gardening experience goes, I did work in our family vegetable garden during the summer months, weeding, weeding and picking the fruits of our labours. Dad tended to extend the garden boundaries each year, resulting in more weeds and even more fruit, but that's okay. We enjoyed our own veggies at the supper table all winter, and "thanks Dad and Mom for teaching us the importance of "home-grown". There's nothing like a fresh plate of new green beans and potatoes, baby carrots with your own herbs for seasoning and a side of cucumbers and tomatoes to satisfy that *outdoors* appetite. Ummm-m-m, I can taste it now.

Having said that, I have to tell you that I don't grow but only a few veggies today. It's the flowers that I love. Okay Dad, I know I can't eat the flowers, but I do so enjoy watching them peak throguh the soil, spreading their wings skyward and rewarding our senses with heavenly sights and smells. In fact, Arend is out there right now planting annuals in containers, to be proudly displayed around our front patio area, as well as down our (long) driveway.

I do help, but he does the bulk of the planting and preparing. So why am I in a garden club you ask? Good question. I did admit to the "Late Bloomers" that I'm not the true gardener in the family but that didn't deter them. It's fun to meet at one another's homes and tour the variety of gardens that each one has cultivated on their property. We all share our garden *stories* and sometimes horrors, before we sit down to a delicious lunch prepared by the hostess of the week. I love that part, being a bit of an entertainer, and so does Arend. The arrangement works well for both of us I'm happy to say. And the garden ladies always walk away with smiles on their faces, so how can you hate it??

Before I close today, I did want to mention the new author's series that I've been reading and you'll see why I've included this. The author's name is Patti Hill and her 3-book series is about a garden-designer who is looking (not really, but her friends try to help her along--grin) for love, in all the wrong places it seems. The characters lured me into the plot immediately, and the laughter and tears lasted throughout the delightful story that ensued. You might want to check out her web site: pattihillauthor.com If you love gardening ( and even if you don't) you will aappreciate this author's style and sense of humour.

I have more on gardening for you in the next post so stay tuned, Barb

Reality: "A Good Thing"

2007-05-30T07:43:00.000-04:00

Since returning to our "zone" (AKA *home*) little bits of absolute truth have been striking me at every turn.
#1. My cat did miss me; she's hardly left my side--she's watching me type as we speak.
#2. Reconnecting with family and friends means that plans are in the works for upcoming visits and over-nighters here at our "inn".
#3. The apple blossoms (note the pics, esp. the one with the dewdrops) are even sweeter on our front lawn than they've ever been!
#4. Seeing the *view* from our bedroom (pic with gorgeous sky and blossoms) is an absolute gift from God, and having coffee on the deck outside the garden door is another bonus that I will not ever take for granted again!
#5. Breakfast at our table, surrounded by windows that allow us to observe all living things, in techni-colour, is the best way to start any day.
#6. The space we have here, inside and out, is another gift from God, and oh how I appreciate being able to spend time in many corners, instead of just the passenger seat in the car (Grin).

If you've been away from your home for any length of time, I'm positive you know exactly what I'm talking about. The task of weeding (which I generally detest--okay, I realize the *wonder of it may wear off soon--grin) has even been enjoyable today, in the light rain that's been falling.

I'm looking forward to (hopefully) spending time with my son and his family this weekend. I will have new memories for my treasure chest, and pictures of my grandson in our home for the first time. Nothing could be sweeter than that!

God is so good! May he bless you and "yours" today. Till the next time on "Bits & Pieces", Barb

Back Home--YES!!

2007-05-29T16:17:00.000-04:00

Now that I've finished the draft post that sat in limbo for 5 days, I'll try to bring everyone up to date on what's happening in our little corner of this big, wide, wonderful world. Even though I knew the *green* would be out in full force and my tulips were almost to their *blooming* end, I still gasped at the beauty that awaited us as Heather drove us up our driveway. The apple trees on the front lawn promised a bumper crop of blossoms, my lillies had grown at least a foot tall and the grass was ready for its first mowing. The house looked so welcoming, and our little grand-daughter was saying, "Home Nanny". All was good!

That was last Friday afternoon (30 plus degree temps hit as we stepped off the plane) and since we've settled back into reality, I've come to a keener appreciation of what home is all about. Hearing our little grand-daughter saying, "Nanny, Nanny" as she met us with open arms and lots of hugs, talking to my sons and catching up on their news (my new grandson is now 6 weeks old) and just sitting in my favourite chair with a good book and a glass of ice tea--well, it really doesn't get any better does it?? Experiencing the western coast, the mountains, the desert, big city hustle and bustle--that's what vacations are made of and I feel so blessed to be able to say that, "I've been there and done that".

But we all know there is just no place like your own, no matter where you live. And my cat surely agrees with me as she rests on the piano keyboard behind me while I type. She's barely left my side since we opened the front door--you might say she missed us but there's really no telling with a feline. I do know that she was lonesome and that she slept on my pillow for most of the time we were gone. As for how much she missed us--only she knows for sure.

Because the end of May is fast approaching, we made our rounds at the garden centers today (a yearly ritual for us), checking out the various bedding plants and shrubs that we want to plant this season. Between you and me, I would love to plant several more lillies, but we'll have to wait and see how that works out. I don't believe one can ever have too many fragrant lily varieties but some folks don't quite agree with that theory--yet! Till the next time, Barb
I've included a few pics of the Calgary skyline and one of the snow that lay on the cars last Thursday morning.

Back home tomorrow

2007-05-24T20:07:00.000-04:00

It's been a couple of days since I've posted but as the title says, we've been busy getting packed up to move back in to our own B&B and I can't wait to lay down this head on my own pillow!

I must tell you about yesterday's trek "back in time" as Arend and I drove up to Westlock (about 3 &1/2 hours from here) so I could revisit the town where my youngest son was born (in 1980).

The sky looked extremely menacing and before we got back to Calgary the snow had begun in earnest, but I am getting ahead of myself here (that's partly because it's been 5 days since I first began this post--I *did* want to finish it, even though we're home now).

As we got closer to Westlock, I kept looking for familiar scenes from my memory but not many seemed to appear as they once were. Progress had led to new buildings and even highways, but the feel of the western culture was the same. Ranches of varying sizes dotted the landscape, workers were busy with new crops and here and there oil derricks pumped the "bubbling crude" from beneath the rich black soil.

I wanted to stop and take pics of every sign post that indicated we were indeed in the right area (grin) and Arend obliged, so that my sons can see that I had truly been there. However, one of the things I most wanted to see was the hospital where Ryan made his debut--it's been converted to a Sobey's store. The elementary school that Derek attended is now a library (in one wing) and and adult learning center in the other end of the building. The exterior looks exactly as I remember though, and as we entered through the front doors, I could almost hear the voices of the children who had been Derek's classmates.

We found the house where we had lived as well. It looks much the same except the colour has changed from yellow to blue. And, as we talked to a few of the residents I discovered that Dr. Watt was stil alive and well, and very active in the medical community. One lady at the library told me that he had been her doctor and her opinion was the same as mine--he was a wonderful family physician and I felt privileged to call him my doctor.

On our way back from Westlock we made a brief stop at the WEM, just so I could say I've experienced that as well. By this time however, my mind was pretty much focused on getting home.

I will update our homecoming in the next post, Blessings, Barb

Back in Canada

2007-05-22T01:25:00.000-04:00

Even if I *could* type 1000 words a minute, I would never have enough time to begin to really tell you about these past 21 days. From the time we stepped on the plane in Fredericton on May 1, until this moment, where I'm writing in a hotel in Lethbridge, Alberta, I've savoured every waking moment in this wondrous land, all the highs and lows (literaaly) of the deserts and mountains. We've criss-crossed across 9 states, bringing to a total of 25 that I've seen so far.

I've had favourite moments and some not so, but still the experience will hopefully stay with me in my heart until the very end of my days. God has been so good to us, and He's kept us safe and happy (for the most part--grin) on this amazing journey that a lot of folks dream about but never take. You've heard the saying, "Follow your dreams"--well, my dreams have exceeded even my wildest expectaions, on this trip and in my life.

As I look at the handsomeness of the day, the fluffy clouds playing around the sun, I'm reminded (again)just how small this world is, and the same time how big. When your family are far away in another province and town, the boundaries seem too, too wide. But when that day arrives and you're back on your own turf, well, I know I'm looking forward to Friday--YEAH!!

Until then, we're staying in Calgary, treking up to Westlock from there tomorrow, to check out the place where my family lived for a year, 1979-80. My youngest son was born there and I told him I wanted to take pictures of the nursery where he slept for the first time. His reaction to that was, "Mom, that was 27 years ago, the hospital may be torn down by now". No matter, I'll stand on or near the spot and remember the first time I held him in my arms. I'll wander the street where my oldest son (only 7 at that time) walked to school and brought home friends to play. I'll find the house where we lived and remember the good times there, our 2 black cats entertaining us.

Life isn't about seperation, not really. It's about reconnecting and God's plan is about that too. I'm so glad to be even a miniscule part of that plan.

And, on that note, I have to scoot now and get my bags packed--AGAIN!! Grin! We are on our way to Calgary to explore a little bit more.

Wishing you and yours a glorious day, Blessings, Barb