Bits & Pieces

Blessings--Part 2

2010-11-16T09:32:00.009-04:00

"Blessings" (the new album) was set to release on July 25, 2010. As is the custom these days, I was kind of thinking of doing something maybe extra special for this 4th project. Maybe a gathering of family and friends, in a community hall perhaps, for a pot-luck and a "listening" to the brand new song collection. To me, this sounded like an idea we could pull off--nothing fancy--just time together with "our folks".

Somewhere along that line, Hubby began to formulate another plan. Oh he shared it with me but I *gently* shrugged it off, saying, "Arend, that will never happen but thanks for even thinking about it--It *would* be something--but it will never happen!"

Oh me of little faith. Never tell a determined Dutchman that he can't do something! I must explain right here that my all-time favourite Gospel Group is Jeff & Sheri Easter (there was a *window* in theri touring schedule from Oct. 30--Nov. 11). I've learned and love their music--sang many of their songs at our own musical spot, "Country Junction" (we closed in 2003). I first heard them right here in our own city, in 1995 I believe. As soon as they started to sing (and I don't remember what song it was) I started to hum along. I loved their presence onstage and their love for God rang true and clear!

I purchased one of their CDs that night, and then started my collection. I have (most) all of their albums now and a lot of the lyrics are tucked into my heart. Songs like, "Weeping Alone", >"Handful of Weeeds", "Thread of Hope"--these all spoke to me in a very personal way, reaching down to the very depths of my soul. And so began an emotional time of healing for me. (But that's another story)

Getting back to my original train of thought (ooopss--so easy to stray sometimes), my Hubby knew how very much I loved the Easters. And so, he embarked on Mission Impossible, at least in my eyes ☺

On June 3rd, 2010, at exactly 3:46 PM, this is what Arend sent off to Beckie Simmins (of BSA booking agency in Nashville): "Hi Beckie, WE are going to have a CD release concert for my wife Barb, named Blessings, her 4th studio gospel recording, in Fredericton, NB Canada. She has a gift from God and would love to have Jeff and Sherri be part of this event. What would the cost be to us?
Thanks, Arend Laagland Winder"

This is exactly as he wrote it. That was it. That was his initial contact with the booking agent for the Easters. I read the e-mail, smiled and said, "That's kind of vague, don't you think dear? I mean, 'my wife Barb'--do you really think they are going to come straight up from Georgia for 'my wife Barb'? Even if we lived in the next town, I'm thinkin they would at least have to know my last name" But I was gentle so as not to hurt his feelings, smiled again and said, "Let me know what happens". He nodded and went back to his book work. And for me, that was that. Bless his heart for thinking of me I thought--that was really sweet oh yes, and wouldn't "Beckie" and the Easters also want to know who Arend Laagland Winder was--just sayin....

Now, at this point, I'm (kind of) starting to picture this whole thing--actually happening. A tiny seed was planted here, even in my doubtful mind. "Could he really pull this off?" Naw, but he'll have a story to tell anyway so just let him be....

And, friends, you will have to wait for "the rest of the story" in another post. It wouldn't be fair to Arend to let it all spill out yet.

I will tell you this: for those of you who know how the story ends,
my goal here is to share the "facts"--as they unfolded. I'm still shaking my head, but hey, God does tell us to be bold doesn't He? My husband took that step of faith, and......

Until next time,
Blessings to *you* and *yours*,
Barb

Blessings--2010--Part 1

2010-11-15T17:10:00.006-04:00

It was going to be tough to "gather up" all the blessings that I've received over this past year so I've decided to do it in "parts". There have been many "highlights" and I want to share as many as possible with *you*.

First of all, I want to thank my Lord, from whom all blessings flow. Without Him I would be able to do nothing. He's given me music to share with the world and that right there is quite an amazing thing, especially when I think back a few years when this would never have been possible. At least, not to the magnitude that it is today.

This year marked the 4th release of a new album for me, simply entitled, "Blessings". I tried to pick songs that spoke to me about how God has touched my life through music. He's given me "Peace", strong arms to "Lean on" an eternal home (Beulah Land), songs that speak of His grace (I Need you Now, I Want To Thank You)--and one of my favourites, "Blessings".

How could I not believe that God is real and lives now and forever? He's "Brought me This Far" not to leave me and that's a testimony song for me--Amen!! I will sing "Until Then" and proclaim that "He'll be the One" when we need help in any situation. I pray these songs speak to your heart--that "What Judas Didn't Know" is made known to you--There was and is forgiveness for our sins--can I have an Amen!!

I'm already working on another album--but, I'm getting ahead of myself. I will share my "most wonderful news" with you over the course of the next few days and weeks, so stay tuned my friends.

BTW--feel free to share this with your friends on facebook--It's a "good thing" to spread good news around!!

We'll meet here again--soon ♥
Blessings,
Barb

I Remember When

2009-06-28T18:14:00.004-04:00

1. I could buy an ice-cream cone, a soda and a bag of potato chips, all for 25 cents.

2. My Mom drove our VW for an entire week on less than $2.00 worth of gas--don't you wish that could happen today??

3. Catching fireflies was the best excuse to stay up past 10 on a warm summer evening--ahhh, I must go out tonight and relive that memory...

4. I could attend Bible Camp for 7--yes, SEVEN days and nights for $7.00--Yes, SEVEN dollars.

5. My grandparents would take us fishing and we'd cook our trout catch right along the brook in a cast iron fry pan--thick slices of Gram's homemade bread topped off our feast--Yummmm
6. Making homemade ice-cream in my Grampie's hand-crank freezer was the best birthday present!!

7. Our teacher (at the one-room schoolhouse) took the entire student body (30 students maybe??) on a hike into the forest behind the school so we could all help cut down the Christmas tree for the Christmas concert that would be attended by the entire community--I totally love this memory..

8. Elvis made his first appearance on the Ed Sullivan Show.

9. We got our first dial phone that hung on the kitchen wall--of course we never got to use it much with 10 other families on the "party line".

10. Wading in the brook in the summer kept us cool, while we made bracelets from dandelion stems--we actually wore those things until they fell off.

11. I mowed the lawn with a push mower--that is, a push mower "not" powered by gas but by my very own muscles only--I'd love to find one of those things today and push it again...

12. A week's groceries for two cost less than $10--in the early 70s that is--that included lots of baking supplies and treats..

13. My Mom used to give us home perms--until...that fatefull perm gone wrong happened in my Grade 10 year in high school. That was the END of home perms for me!

14. We made our own fun--in the summertime we waded in the brook, climbed trees (sometimes in our bare feet), had peanut-butter & Jelly sandwich picnics under a shade tree, laid down on the grass and "imagined" what shape the clouds were--in the wintertime we dug snow tunnels in the HUGE drifts, skated on our road when school was closed due to freezing rain, took our dog sliding on a snowy afternoon--those were the days my friend ♥

15. I "preached" a mighty fine sermon to my fellow "one-room-school mates" after being to a "tent revival meeting" (even had a few converts) ☺

16. We only had 2 channels to watch on TV--and were quite content with progams offered, but seldom watched in the summer months.

These are just a few memories from "back in the day" that make me smile--hope the same goes for you,

Blessings,
Barb
PS: This was written (perhaps) summer of 2009, but I wanted to finally share it with "you"

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

Monday in Montana

2007-05-21T10:05:00.001-04:00

I feel like I'm weeks behind instead of only 2 days but that's okay--I'm a tourist and I don't have a schedule right? Okay, so I'm longing for home and can picture my tulips in bloom (Arend's brother has been updating us on the garden) and hear my cat purr in my ear and see the leaves popping out on the walnut tree right in front of our breakfast nook--awww, home (sigh).

Now back to my update(s): Saturday we arrived in West Yellowstone (the town just outside the entrance to the park) and what a quaint spot this is. We've stayed here 2 nights now so we could explore Yellowstone, and that we did yesterday, from 9-9, arriving back at the hotel tired but with exciting memories to take back home (there's that word again--grin)

The pics will tell you some of our story--I'm afraid my time is running out here--Arend is loading up the car and I'm not even dressed yet. I will do my best to actually "say" something tonight, after we're settled in to our last hotel in the US, in the state of Montana. Blessings, Barb

In for the night

2007-05-18T20:23:00.000-04:00

We had an easy day today--only travelling about 180 miles, so my stress level is down to a 5 or so on a scale of 10. Actually, the driving was a peach today and I manned the controls through the rest of Idaho. We took a side trip along the highway leading to the entrance to Yellowstone. The signs said it was a scenic route and touted all the falls and so on.

As we got further along the roadway, we began to question whether we were even on the right road. Arend always wants me to check the map, over and over, asking, "Are you sure we took the right turn? Sound familiar?

I kept telling him we were indeed on the right trail. "Can't you tell by where the sun is?" I asked. About that time we saw the sign that said the magic words we were looking for: "Falls, 3 miles ahead". When we stopped at the first place, we were kind of (okay a lot) disappointed. The falls were quite far away and were tiny--yes, I got that look again--"Are you sure we took the right turn?"

Thankfully just another mile or so and another sign--Upper Falls. Arend pulled into the parking lot, we heading along the pathway leading to our destination, and you wouldn't believe what we saw next.

A wedding party was assembled, ready to make the way down to the water's edge (right by the 101 foot falls) for the ceremony--how romantic is that?

Arend managed to get photos of the procession (as they walked down the staircase leading to the water) and even the bride and groom kissing--too sweet wouldn't you say? Come to think of it, we stumbled upon a wedding when we were in Holland a couple of years ago--hummmm--wonder what that means??

I'm finishing this on Monday (started on Saturday--I think) and then I'll post another entry for the last 2 days. Can you tell that I'm getting closer to home and I'm not keen on writing in this Blog now??? Not really, but I will be glad to lay my head down on my own pillow,
Till the next time, take care and God bless, Barb

At the Canyon--WOW!

2007-05-18T02:06:00.000-04:00

My first peek at the Grand Canyon stopped me in my tracks I can tell you. We drove through a huge pine forest, climbing to 8,000 feet in altitude, and we both wondered if we would ever get there. The curved roadway leading to the edge of the natural wonder seemed to take us on a wild goose chase and actually served to heighten our curiousity--God's intention I'm sure.

But I'll quit babbling now and get those photos on here. Please let me know what you think. I'm still in awe of what we saw there and always will be.
More "bits & pieces" later, Barb

On the way to the Canyon

2007-05-18T01:44:00.000-04:00

I have to do today's photos on two posts--the scenes are so stunning--at least I hope they come across that way to you.
As we left the city of *glitter* this morning, the temps climbed into the mid 80's and stayed there while we drove across the desert. This harsh land saddens me (for some odd reason) and fascinates me too. It makes me sad because there are so many desitute people living amidst the sage brush, cactus and animals that somehow survive in the extreme heat. I can't tell you how many times Arend said, "How do they live like that?" Out of the desert haze, small hovel-like structures appeared, if you looked closely. It was the strangest thing.

The different plant life (or the lack thereof) fascinated me and when I get home I will google desert life and see what I can find. (I have included a pic of a tumbleweed sitting on top of a fence post for my Dad--he keeps asking "Where are the tumbleweeds?")

After leaving I-15, we began to see a different landscape and the rock formations rising above us were simply breath-taking. You might notice the cloud formations as well--I think they give "softness" to the *oh so* blue sky.

Hope you enjoy this "album" today and check the next post for the "Canyon" shots--WOW, WOW, WOW is nowhere near close to describing what we saw there.
More later, Barb

Moving north

2007-05-17T11:19:00.000-04:00

We didn't see the Grand Canyon yesterday--just so much to see around this area that we decided to leave that for today's adventure. It's another beauty of a day--temps crawling up to the mid 80's already at 8 AM. And I'm not going to complain either. Our daughter Heather told us it was supposed to snow 10-15 cms back home last night so I'll take this warmth. Thank goodness for AC though.

On that note, I'll just post a few more pics for you right now. I have had several comments from family that they're enjoying those and I'm glad. I'm only giving you a sample--Arend has literally taken hundreds of photos--lots of editing to do when we get home.
Wishing you a great day, Barb

A very HOT day

2007-05-17T00:54:00.000-04:00

Before I get to the focus of this post, I must tell you that I believe that the test of true love comes when you are on a 24 day holiday, spending (most of) your daylight hours in the confines of a car with your spouse, trying to read maps and road signs,moving along at 70-75 mph--well, you get the picture. We are having such a great time, don't get me wrong, but...I'll just leave it at that--if you've ever been on an extended vacation, you know what I mean, and Arend, you pass the test. As for *moi*, that's another story.

Now, for this day's (combined) post, including scenes from Tuesday and Wednesday.
10 things I loved about our experieces for both days:
1. That western blue, clear sky
2. My first glimpse of a real desert
3. My first tour of a Ghost Town (picture all the western movies you've ever seen)
4. Seeing Arend's face light up when he got to speak Dutch to fellow tourists (from Holland)
5. Feeling the *heat* when we know it's now snowing back home
6. Eating strawberries last night at 11 PM, enjoying the AC after a hot day's travelling
7. Seeing the Hover Dam for the first time--WOW!
8. Drving over the Hover Dam for the first time (I drove back from our day trip, right on into the city)
9. Supper at Cracker Barrel
10. Coming back to our cool room for a much deserved R&R

I'll post the 10 *not-so-favourite* things in the next entry, if I may. I'm getting so very sleepy and need to turn in.

Hope you enjoy the pics, Barb
I am also including a recent pic of our new grandson--he is *so sweet*

Leaving LA

2007-05-15T12:04:00.000-04:00

I know I haven't posted since Saturday evening and I have to tell you right off--this vacationing business is so very tiring, after al the exploring that goes on during our long but wonderful days. While we waited for our laundry to spin and dry yesterday (yes, even on holdidays one must attend to laundry) I jotted down a few highlights of these past days.

Sunday: Before we left Santa Barbara (I see no one took a stab at guessing--LOL!), we drove to the Fisherman's Wharf to blend in with the beachgoers and soak up a few rays. I relished the feel of that California sand on my toes, and the warmth of the sun on my arms as we walked. Our goal this day was to make it to Newport Beach, where we would lay our heads down for the night. Distance-wise, the mileage wasn't that great, but it took hours to get through the traffic lights through all the communities along the way. The scenery was worth the small inconvenience of slow driving however and because I'm running out of time here (Arend is pacing now, waiting to pack up the laptop so we can hit the road) I hope the pics give you a fair glimpse of our last couple of days.

I will try to write more tonight after we're settled--evening is the best time to post actually.
Wishing you and yours a very good day--blessings, please drop by again,
Barb
We did stay in LA last night, on Sunset Boulevard, walked the "Walk of the Stars", ate lunch on Hollywood Boulevard, walked Rodeo Drive last night--just simple beautiful area.

Unfathomable beauty

2007-05-13T01:01:00.000-04:00

We've had such a wonderful day, and the pictures I'm posting tonight will tell a bit of the tale.

Travelling along this coastline has been (to quote my neice Megan) Aaa-maaaa-zing!!!! Mountain vistas, seaside views from high above the shore and close to sea level--it was ALL GOOD!!!! We didn't log a lot of miles today but the views more than made up for that.

We did stop and tour the Hearst Castle--mafnificent, and that word no where near does it justice of course. I'm showing you just a bit of the "ranch" as our tour-guide referred to it. And technically that's what Mr. Hearst called it. The original castle is in the British Isles, so we were told. This *small* ranch house cost only $10 million to build and $3 million to furnish back in the early 1900's. Now just one of the paintings may demand an asking price of 55 million--totally unbelievable to us mere mortals. But then what can one expect from a media mogul?

It has been a long day and I'm ready to turn in. We're sitting in the hotel lobby in order to pick wi-fi and I want to get to our room and relax.
I do hope you enjoy a glimpse of our day,
More bits and pieces tomorrow,
Barb
By the way, we are staying in----your clue: two words: the first is that jolly old man in a red suit and the second is my name--now how easy is that??

California surfing

2007-05-11T23:43:00.000-04:00

It's been a long but ideal day for sight-seeing. I say that because we are here in May, before the crowds roll in, and secondly because the cool ocean breezes make it comfortable for walking around.

Arend got great shots today of San Fran, including a few around Fisherman's Wharf--you'll see the sea lions sun-bathing and entertaining the tourists (bus loads did come into the city today), a couple of pics of the market and what it has to offer, and the Golden Gate in the fog. Different areas of the city had various levels of sunshine and the bridge was pretty much shrouded but the pics are good nonetheless. And yes, we had our warm coats on--the winds on the hill overlooking the bridge were gale force and temps up there were less than 50 I would gestimate.

Leaving the city and heading south, we climbed through more hilly terrain, stopping along the way to photograph the wind surfers--looks like fun but I couldn't talk Arend into trying that sport. And for my Dad's info (grin) we saw a huge horse ranch but I could NOT talk Arend into getting up on one of those beautiful animals either. I do think riding along the beach would be the *best* but what can you do??

A very special point of interest for us today was seeing where a lot of the strawberries that we buy in our stores back home grow. We actually stopped at a roadside market and bought a couple of boxes, and enjoyed them as a snack just now--umm, ummm.

By the way, we are staying in Monterey tonight, and then moving on towards LA tomorrow. Our schedule is open so we don't know how far we'll go but there're a couple of things we want to see along that route, one being the Hearst Castle, which is not far from here I guess.
Hope you can make sense out of this post, and especially enjoy the photos,
Blessings, Barb

Pictures from Thursday

2007-05-11T23:07:00.000-04:00

I'm just going to send along the pics that I wanted to post with yesterday's blog entry. Hope you all enjoy them--look for more in the next post,
Barb

Dizzy (not "Notre") Dame (from all those mountain roads)

2007-05-10T23:04:00.000-04:00

We have covered just about every terrain on the planet today, except maybe the desert!!

As we left the hotel this morning, I was thinking I would be driving over the Golden Gate by evening and we would be on the other side of San Fran, but I soon put that idea away when we started into the redwood forests.

Mountain roads, complete with hair (raising) pin turns (that Arend kept wanting to do 60 mph around) and signs that kept saying, "For Elk info, turn your radio dial to - - - ---that was my first clue. It was all up and down hill from then on, until we got to Eureka. I pried my fingers from the dash and stepped out into the fog (okay, I'm always in the fog I know) to still my heartbeat even a little bit as Arend snapped picture after picture and of what you ask?? The beaches and rocks and beaches and rocks--no, I'm kidding really. I did want to kiss those rocks though after my race-track anxiety settled down a bit.

The forest was breath-taking (however I think Arend is figuring in that head of his, how to take even a small piece-say, maybe 20 lbs. or so) of that gorgeous red wood back with him on the plane. There are redwood carving shops all along the roadways (check out the pics again today) and the things they make include birdhouses, plant hangers, baskets, small trinkets, coffee tables, clocks, you name it, they make it. And some of the pieces are remarkable works of art--again, check the pics. It is too bad we can't take any of this stuff back with us--I saw a couple of really interesting bowls I loved--oh well, I guess I'll save my money for the grand-kids.

In the valleys we oohed and awwed over the side hills, covered in *wine bushes* (Arend's term for them--too funny)--acres and acres of vineyards, nestled in between mountains and small sheep herds. Just simply charming and peaceful--what a place to live. ( I still love my teeny corner of the Maritimes, thank-you very much)

We are in for the night (except for a walk) and your clue for our locale today is: the name of this place has 2 words--think of Christmas for the first word, and a flower for the second word. Another clue--we're about 55 miles from the Golden Gate, off highway 101. I'll be checking to see who got this one.

I feel the sandman knocking, so we'd better be going out for our walk. I tried to nap this afternoon but Mr. Earnhart (?) foiled that plan--grin, grin.
Blessings to you, Barb

I'm just going to add that due to technical difficulties I didn't get all the pics uploaded to this post--will try again tonight. I also wanted to tell you that we saw the *Grandfather* of the redwoods yesterday--it was over 1600 years old--yes, that's correct--1600 years old and was 55 feet in circumference, 25 feet in diameter and I do forget how high but what a massive tree--so interesting these giants--a pity they can't grow back home.

Moving on

2007-05-10T11:20:00.000-04:00

The fog is *not* driving us away but we do have to move along this morning, sad to say. We will still be along the coast for the most part, so the sights will not disappoint I'm sure of that.

We've certainly enjoyed this time in Crescent City, California (I'm letting you off the hook for the guessing game), exploring the *land of the giants* as Arend likes to refer to it. Jed Smith National Park was beyond my wildest epectations in terms of seeing, smelling and touching those magnificent redwoods. I believe at last count, Arend had taken over 150 pics during our walks among those mighty trees. We stopped at a shop along the road, where they make all kinds of items made from the local woods and the pics I'll show you today will just be a sample.

I loved the vegetation, the burrels (not sure of this spelling) on the sides of the trees, the hollows in the still-standing *older* growth--I loved it all. The best part though was watching Arend with his camera, and listening to him talking about those redwoods--he was like a kid in a giant candy store. I'm sure, if he could, he would have bundled one of those trees up and taken it home with him. I hope the pics I post here will do them at least some justice.

We had a good rest here too in our extra large room with a view. I guess I *could* live here, but my heart would always be at home so I won't be staying--grin!

I miss everyone back home and posting this Blog just makes me think about all of you so know that you're ALL on my mind as we travel and enjoy. It's fun being *away* but the sweetest will be the *homecoming*.

Stay tuned--you won't want to miss these next days on California's coast, with us.
As always, I'm wishing you and *yours* a wonderful day and thanks for sharing your comments. Blessings, Barb

Rugged Coastline

2007-05-09T17:42:00.000-04:00

I should be writing a long post right now, but afer all, it's way past our lunch time and I couldn't wait to show you a few pics of the rugged Oregon Coast. There's also a pic of our hotel we stayed at Monday night. And, I had to almost beg Arend to stop and take the "Welcome to California" sign picture--I may never be back here and that sign was proof that I was.

I will post more details later on but have a look at the views we say yesterday, and this is just the beginning believe me. We've just gotten back from the Redwood Forests and you won't believe your eyes when you see those giants. I expected T-saures Rex to pop out of one of those ancient trunks, but I'd better not give away too much information right now--more later on folks! Barb
You will notice the pic that shows a warf and huge sea lions sunning themselves--this was our view as we munched on Dutch apple pie and coffee--nice, eh?

Monday Sunshine

2007-05-09T00:59:00.000-04:00

Before I give you the scoop about Monday's journey, I *need* to supply you with the clue(s) for the locale we visisted Sunday when Meg took us to see Bill and Carol, her friends. Here's the clue: This area was settled by Icelandic Explorers in the early 1800's--Clue #2: The US gave Canada a little part of Ontario, in exchange for this "jog" of land. The question is: Who got the better deal?? I'll be anxious to see if you do *your* homework!

Now, on to the the next day. We did travel through Washington state for the biggest part of the day, after spending the night in Bellingham--okay, I could back-space and make you guess where we stayed, but the truth--I can't think of a good clue for you so you're off the hook. Besides, I was so tired by the time we got off the road on Sunday that my brain just wouldn't allow anymore information in, sad to say.

In the early part of the day, the landscape was rolling hills, farmland and small town signs posted along the highway. I kept asking, "When do I get to stick my toes in the Pacific?" Plus, as the lay of the land changed and we were driving through mountains again, my eyes were too busy trying to see what was around the next bend. It was breath-taking to just look up at the cliffs to our right and then to our left, with me hanging on tight while Arend negotiated some of those wild and wolly curves. I can't tell you the state we ended up in without giving everything away so here's your clue: the quaint ocean town was dubbed, "The gateway to the ------ Dunes". The high point of the day, I will tell you, was when I could dip my little Maritime toes (and size 5 feet) in the mighty Pacific for the very first time in my almost 54 years on this earth (check out the pics). I was yelling so hard you might have even picked up a few sound waves where you are. Arend captured the sunset, complete with gulls and white-caps. I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven, the aura of that place was so spiritual--again, check the pics. Of course, you can never capture *being there* on camera, but you can sort of see what I mean.

I think I'll stop here--it's almost time for brain *meltdown* again. We've had a late supper and now my body just wants to curl up in the horizontal position.
Please drop by again for more of our travel tales and *scenery*, the likes you might see in a national travel magazine. Blessings, Barb

Catch-up

2007-05-08T21:08:00.000-04:00

I kind of feel like a delinquent student who's behind on her assingnments and the Prof is going to give me a failing grade--it's been forever it seems since I've even had the time to write and this is the day--thank-goodness. I've told everyone to watch for clues and pics and now I'm making good on my word!!

I have to tell you that at this moment I'm in a lovely hotel room, not far from the ocean (you can actually see the Marina from our front window) and even though I would love a bite to eat, I'm excited to tell you all about our travels. I will, however try to keep it to the short version.

I just checked to see where I had left off, and I see that I really didn't tell you much about Saturday. Arend and went to visit his Dutch family in Lynden, Washington, not far over the border, and not too far from Meg's place. We enjoyed a lovely lunch with them, visited at Arend's cousin's home until 7 or so. They have a farm and lots of sheep grazing right around their house--pics to prove that included. Oh yes, we toured the town of Lynden too that day, taking in the Ducth Days festival--more pics for you to see too.

Sunday, Meg and Daniel wanted to take us to their friend's place, and I will tell you where that was because I Have to get to the clues for yesterday and today--silly me I know. Bill and Carol (Meg's friends and mentors) treated us to a delightful meal at their cottage, sharing not only their table but their warm smiles and very entertaining stories. At one point, we even had a band going, using Bill's very diverse instruments (check out pics)--everyone joined in. What fun! I just met those folks and I miss them already!

After the drive back to Meg and Daniel's, we packed up and said our (tearful) good-byes and motored to the US border, to cross and avoid the Monday morning rush, and I'm so glad we did.

Now, I will save the rest for another post--two in one day, but that's how it goes when you're having such a terrific time exploring. Do you think Chris Columbus would have Blogged when he landed on our North American shores--I think NOT!! More later (after Arend downloads pics from today and yesterday) Blessings to you and a big thank-you to anyone who's been praying for us on this trip of a lifetime--Barb

I hesitate to mention that I miss my new grandson back home because I know that waves of sadness and loneliness will wash over me, but I'm going to mention that anyway--I love you all back home, and I miss you too--"Hi" Eden, and "Hi" to her Momme and Daddy, "Hi" to my sons, mom and dad (does this sound like I'm on a live TV show or what???--laugh with me please!!!!)

Pics for Dad

2007-05-07T10:51:00.000-04:00

I've not posted for a couple of days now I know and my Dad has been asking for pics so this morning I'm going to post a few from our first day in Vancouver. I did give you a clue as to our location but now I'll show the evidence.

I will write more tonight, with more clues and pictures and highlights of our weekend. Arend and I had such a good time with my sweet neice and her boyfriend Daniel. They treated us like royality and we loved every minute in their company. Thanks guys for your hospitality!!
More later, Barb

These pics were of the area right around Meg's apartment, and the one with us at the table in the Spaghetti Factory was Friday evening--Meg and Daniel insisted on taking us out to dinner. WE insisted on taking them out to breakfast the next morning to the I-HOP for pancakes--so, so yummy. More later--please stay tuned!!

It's a good day!

2007-05-04T11:57:00.000-04:00

Congratulations to TLB for correctly guessing "Golden" BC as our location yesterday!! And thank-you to the other folks who commented as well. Eden is only 2 and already she's on the web talking to Nanny and Bampie--can you believe it??

This morning we are heading out for a walk-about around the neighbourhood. Oh yes, the clue for today's location is: This is the oldest city in BC, rich in history and culture. Of course that clue may be too easy but that's okay--I'll give you a little break today.

I will tell you that the mountain drive yesterday was beyond even my wildest expectations in terms of the WOW factor! On a scale of 10, the views scored 1000!!! Some of those curves made me queasy and I can't even begin to imagine what it's like here in winter, in a big rig, manuevering those steep cliff-side hills, reading the signs along the highway that say, "Danger, avalanche area". Even in May there are still plenty of areas where that could still happen--snow is still deep in the higher ranges.

But I believe one of the best sights I saw today, was when we came around a street-corner, on our way to our final destination for the day, and saw my neice standing there. She was waiting for our arrival, after we had called several times to say, "We're only 3 hours out--we're now only 40 minutes out". We took a wrong turn--okay, I took a wrong turn, and ended up going over a bridge that was not on the directions but since Arend was reading the "map" to me, I can blame him right?

It really doesn't matter, cause when we got out of the car and hugged Meg, all the frustrations of getting mixed up dissapeared. We did have to take our greetings inside eventually, to save Meg from total embarrassement. What a bonus ending to a phenomenal day--to hug "family" so far away from home. I wish we could do that every day on the trip.
I must go and catch up on their news now--till the next time, Barb

Magestic

2007-05-03T09:30:00.000-04:00

"Oh my"! "Ooh-h-h-h look at that!" "Oh, look at THAT!!!"
Those were the most used words yesterday as we entered the foothills, and continued on through the Great Canadian Rockies. I still can hardly process that we're in BC, in a delightful B&B, listening to the sounds of the train yard and gazing out at snow-capped mountain tops that defy description from my mere and simple words.

It's been a fantastic journey so far. Lake Louise, even though the lake itself was still frozen over (and if I don't mess up you'll see for yourself from the pics included), the awesom handiwork of God in that place was breath-taking. What more can I say. Let's hope the pics display that for you today.

Yesterday was a day out of a dream for me. I mean, really, little girls from Carleton County, N.B., never invision that they'll one day be standing in a spot, surrounded by glorious peaks rising out of the clouds, and snapping photos left and right, literally. I mean, little girls like me who were born 53 years ago in a small farming community with gravel roads running by her door.

I kept saying to Arend, "Thank-you for bringing me on this magnificent trip!". And his response, "Of course I would be bring you Hon, you're the only wife and best friend I've got--who else would travel across the county with a Dutchman like me?"

It is almost time for a lovely hot breakfast of eggs benedict and cups of coffee, enjoyed at a large wooden dining table, surrounded by windows. And you know what the view is like already!

Oh yes, where are we you ask? Well, let's give you a clue. This area is home to the major switching yard and repair shop for the CPR. Can't guess? Okay, here's a bigger clue: In 1858 a gelologist named Sir James Hector's horse kicked him in the chest and knocked him senseless (so the brochure tells me). The men named the river that runs through here, The Kicking Horse River. That's all the clues for now--do your research and you'll see the "best kept secret in BC". That's where we are this morning and it's time for breakfast now. More later today, so do drop by again.
Blessings, Barb

Beautiful People

2007-04-26T08:23:00.000-04:00

It's such a gorgeous Maritime morning here in our little corner of the world, and there's so much to do still before we embark on our trip next week, I almost feel guilty being in this chair and doing what I love to do.

The air is rather crisp outside (I know because I've been out having a game of chase with Miss Pook), only hitting the plus 4 mark (40 Farhenheit) but the sun's rays will edge that temp upwards of plus 15 this afternoon.

As were ejoying a breakfast of yogurt, fresh fruit and coffee, I caught snippets of a news item on the radio (Hubby likes to have the backgound *noise*) I immediately knew what I would write about today. People Magazine's top 100 list of beautiful people is out and bingo, there was my topic: my *own* list of poeple "extraordinaire".

Several names and faces popped in front of me and the *file* grew by leaps and bounds. I will begin however with my top 10, and go from there.

As you might guess, my two sons, Arend's son and daughter, and their children and spouses have to be in that top 10 category. That number adds up to 12 actually. These are not only the most beautiful, they are the most cherished--of course, right?

I have the best friends a girl could ever ask for and they are beautiful inside and out. Our parents, our extended family members, our church family, our pastor and his wife, our "musical" family, and I'm going to run out of steam before my list is complete.

In fact, I don't think it will ever be--complete that is. We meet beautiful people every day when we shop, walk down the street, greet our neighbours, smile at a stranger and see the volunteers working tirelessly to make the world a better place. How can a person narrow those numbers down to a list of 100? Impossible!

I think I'll go and hug the other beautiful person who lives in this house right now--just walk up to him and wrap my arms around him, because I can and he "is".
Till next time,
Barb

Writer? Maybe...

2007-04-25T13:36:00.000-04:00

I noticed a blooper I made in the previous post and it's been bugging me so I'm going to post a *sub* post today. There was a paragraph missing and to me it's important that I get this in so you can read it.

Maybe the title of this post will also make more sense too--or not. The paragraph I'm speaking of is a sample *first* of my very first novel, so here goes:

The snow swirled in gigantic, dark, sinister-looking clouds, making the rocky shoreline appear treacherous in the fading light. Closing the screen of her laptop, Jan Rosewood stood and stretched her aching limbs, cramped from too many hours of re-writes. The "nor-easter" called to her free inner spirit to just forget deadlines and editors, run out into the storm and let the wind's sting drain her of her fatigue. But her logical side knew that was not an option.

That, my friends is an attempt to begin the story I long to tell to the world--what do you think, without having been given any clues as to what the plot is about? Is there a possibilty that I *might* be a new voice in Maritime fiction? And perhaps it's totally unfair of you, or me to ask such a question with so little to go on. After all, it is only one paragraph. But wouldn't it be cool if this was THE one to alter my life's course--something to think about.

I do now have to get back to packing lists, laundry and organizing my wardrobe for our western adventure.
I hope to meet you back here tomorrow,
Barb

2007-04-25T08:27:00.002-04:00

As you can see from the pics I've included in today's post, our yard should be, and is an excellent source of inspiration for any writer, singer or dreamer. These pics were pulled from my Hubby's archives of last year's "show" of colour on our acre and 1/3. Arend is the *in-resident* photog in the family and I'm so blessed to have his expertise for my own personal use--I love you Arend (smile).

But the delights of our yard and gardens are not exactly the focus of this post, on another bright (but chilly) Maritime morning.

Hubby keeps telling people that I'm writing a novel and that's halfway true, meaning the ideas and scenes are sitting in my head still, rather than appearing on my computer screen. You could say that I've got a case of "I'm not sure I can", resulting in a *stall* of actually jumping beyond my comfort zone and attacking this thing with vengeance!

I've been invited a couple of times to join a local writer's critique group, by one of the members (Linda Hall, who's been to our home and I've read all of her mystery novels) and at first I was thrilled to be part of such a creative bunch. As I read their e-mails and tried to take part in the business end of the publishing world, I soon became overwhelmed with all of the *author speak*. I had to ask myself, "Am I ready for this?"

On that note, I will confess that I wanted to retreat back to my comfort zone and leave the real writing to those who could, instead of wondering, "Am I one who can?"

I guess that sounds like a cop-out and maybe it is. I still want to write the story that's waiting in my head. I still want to go to the south shore of Nova Scotia and do my "setting" research. I still want to, and that has to count for something, right?

I think I will let you be the *critique* person today and allow you to read a sample first paragraph:

You can leave comments at the end of each post--just click on the *comment* in the lower right-hand corner. I would love to hear your thoughts today. Till the next *paragraph*, blessings to you and "yours",
Barb

Reflections

2007-04-24T07:09:00.000-04:00

First off, I have to tell you that we ate our lunch "poolside" yesterday, basking in the 75 degree temps, the balmy breezes that tickled our bare arms, while snow melted in our black-tarp covered inground swimming hole--quite the picture, eh?

After all, the first day of summer-like weather, we had to get out and enjoy. And it was gorgeous! I checked every single flower bed, looking for new growth and buds, and we walked last evening in our shorts and bare arms. People were out in droves, walking, biking, smiling--it was a little bit of Heaven.

However, before I opened my eyes this morning, I was thinking about several "seasons" ago, when during springtime, we were trying to prepare to let a loved one go, after his or her battle with disease or the tiredness of a long life.

I'm thinking this morning about my Grandma, who left us last May, just one week shy of her 91st birthday. I'm thinking about my Aunt Sharon, who died May 1st, after a courageous fight with cancer. I'm thinking about my Grandpa, who passed away a few springs ago, after Alzheimer's took him from us first.

Amidst the new life that's appearing every day, the lives that we remember with fondness and sadness, are never far away. I see my Gram every time I water my geraniums. She could grow those things in her sleep. She used to give me plants and I would warn her, "Gram, that Resurrection Plant probably won't last a week with me".

I see my aunt every time I drive by her house, on my way out to see my parents. I hear her infectious laugh and see her loving smile. I also see and hear my maternal Grandma who lived close by my aunt, alone in her last days after Grammpy died.

So with the arrival of "new things", comes also the spark of memories of past days and the loved ones we cherished and still do.

I think I will take a few moments today to pause and be still, and hug those memories close to my heart. I want those dear "folks" of mine to know I will never forget them and the huge influence they all had on my life.

The lily pictures (from our last year's gardens) are placed here today in memory of those I've mentioned in this special post.

God Bless you and "Yours" today, Barb

Ode to Spring

2007-04-23T08:38:00.000-04:00

Oh Spring
We've been waiting for you
For the robin's song to welcome the dawn
For the sweet smell of uncovered earth
The warm sun on our limbs
Leaving colour and freckles
Creatures great and small
Are lifting their faces skyward
Oh Spring, we've been waiting for you

I absolutely love it when we can go out at 8 in the morning in our pajama pants and smell the newness of the day. The robins serenaded us as Arend snapped a few photos of my favourite spring "peekings" through the ground. Of course I'm talking about my lillies and anything else that's cautiously testing the spring air.

Over the last couple of days we've experienced sounds and sights that herald the true arrival of nature's awakening, and one of my personal favourites has to be Miss Robin's melody as she leads the bird chorus in our trees. Even before our eyelids twitch in the early hours, robins are busy getting "in tune" with all the other feathered friends, saying, "Get up sleepy-heads, morning is here".

There are other sounds of spring that aren't maybe quite so pleasant, but welcome nonetheless. Yesterday a convoy of "hogs" drove by, on their way out to the lake region no doubt, coaxing the cobwebs from their engines. I imagine the drivers of those powerful machines are belting out their own anthem as they feel the strength of the wind and sun.

We went for a walk last night, wearing only a light wind-breaker for covering, swinging our arms and talking the whole way, stepping a little higher than usual. Isn't Spring stupendous! It's the time of renewal and new dreams and goals. It's the time for planning and planting, rediscovering and getting reaquainted with life and nature.

If you have even a few moments today to spare, take a little walk in the spring air. Let the sun or raindrops or wind kiss your face. And, have a very blessed day. Till the next time,
Barb

Good News

2007-04-22T06:50:00.000-04:00

No, I haven't been buried under all of the new snow that we've been blessed with this lovely month of April (just in case you were wondering why I haven't posted for a week). In fact, the last couple of days the thermometer has hit the plus 19 mark (that's 66 Fahrenheit--yeah!) and the sun has made mush of most of that white stuff, thank goodness. My day lily patch in front of our kitchen windows is showing its first signs of new life and the tulips are lovin' that kiss of warmth that eluded us for so long.

Okay, that's not really the good news I'm so excited about this fine Sunday morning. This past Tuesday morning we got a phone call at 10:15 from my youngest son: "Mom, you're a Grandma". Silence (for just a couple of seconds).

"When, how much does he weigh, How are Mom and Baby doing?" And many more questions (in between squeals of joy) before my son got a word in. "Mom, he's only 5 minutes old and the nurses are cleaning him". I tried to picture Ryan cradling this new little babe in his arms and wanted to be able to feel what he would be feeling.

"Mom, you have to get up here", (that's up to Woodstock, about a 45 minute drive from here). "Yes, we're leaving soon, I have to get dressed and feed the cat and...". At this point Arend was also asking questions and my mind was racing ahead, at the speed of light.

Let's fast forward now to 1:30 that same day. We finally arrived at the hospital, gifts in hand, and I'm shaking like a leaf. I've been waiting for so long for this day--thank-you God for this tiny and precious miracle!

As we walked through that door and to the side of the bed where I could get the best look at my new grandson, my heart started to fill with a brand new kind of love. I couldn't get enough of the sight of this new life laying in his Momma's arms, tucked in a blue receiving blanket, with his Daddy gazing down at him with that "I love you" look that I remembered so well after 27 years.

When Ryan asked if I wanted to hold the baby, well, you could have heard my heart sing if you'd been there. I reached out for him, smiling through my tears, as I felt that first touch of his sweet skin on my fingertips. Mere words cannot (of course) do justice to those delicious curls of emotion that wrapped tightly around my entire body. I wanted to laugh, I wanted to cry, I wanted to shout and I did all three!

Arend had his camera in hand to capture hundreds (okay, not that many!) of shots as the baby went from arm to arm and then back to his Momma. It was a day filled with good news and joy enough to last forever. And as expected, you will find 3 of those precious moments displayed amongst my words here today.

I'm wishing you a day filled with hope for this new season that's now officially upon us. Blessings to you and "yours".
Barb

Spring Storms--Baa-Hum-Bug!!

2007-04-13T06:20:00.000-04:00

Would you believe my husband is outside right at this very moment (it's 7:21 AM) taking pictures in yet another spring "white" event?

He tromped though 6 or so inches of new snow to put feed in the feeders for the bewildered finches and one lone red-wing blackbird, while "Miss Pook" watched from her perch inside by the heaters--smart cat.

And, as he often does, when the yard is as beautiful (yes, I said "beautiful) as it is this snowy April 13--Friday no less, he's out there snapping shots (still dressed in his PJ's) to be included in this Blog. What a good man he is, eh? To think that we were out yesterday in our short sleeves (almost) and then to wake up to "Merry Christmas"--well, what is a Maritimer to do?

Well, we just grin (slightly) and grab our shovels and snow brushes and get to work. We all know this isn't going to last long (fingers and toes crossed that it's gone before sundown) and as my Mom always says, "It's never going to warm up until that snow is out of the air". Okay, I've got that--now, how do we get it "out of the air"?

As you've guessed by now, this storm has both ruffled my feathers and at the same time delighted my senses. We were waiting for this stuff on Christmas Eve, when the kids were all wondering if Santa would have to rent a bus to get here. So, it's a little bit late but, we (really) don't mind the striking view outside our windows. And besides, my mother used to tell me, "This new snow helps to take the old". Where do they get these sayings anyway, I want to know??

There is a silver lining to all this ranting this morning. Number 1: it got us out of bed earlier than usual and that's always a "good thing". Secondly, we have our "trip packs" from CAA to pour over today and that's definitely another bonus. While winter is pelting us outside, inside by the fire, Arend and I will be dreaming of beach-combing, rock climbing, movie-star sightings (in LA) and desert heat. Sound good? You bet.

Remember, you can follow us on our adventure, which begins exactly 18 days and 8 hours from now--YES!!

Have a great day in your neck of the woods--we sure will.
Barb

The Thief

2007-04-10T16:17:00.000-04:00

The dictionary explains the word "thief" as: a person who steals, especially one who steals secretly and without using force; robber: applies to one who steals in a secret or stealthy way.

There could have been so many scenarios regarding this topic today. I could be telling you about an actual theft at our home, one with a devasting outcome, or, preferably one with a humourous twist (maybe a trickster squirrel or mouse).

But the thief I'm going to talk about today does have devasting effects on literally millions of lives each year. That thief's name is Alzheimer's Disease.

When I googled the term, 7,820,000 results appeared. As overwhelming as that was, the personal struggles of this cruel and heartbreaking epidemic (if you will) are sometimes too, too much, for family and friends of loved ones afflicted, to bear.

I know firsthand, from having cared for my mother-in-law for a few years before we got in-home care workers to relieve us. My husband and I watched (along with his other siblings and his Mom's close friends) as his Mom began, ever so slowly, to show signs of simple forgetfullness. She forgot where she left something in the house and spent a lot of time searching for things. And so began the agonizing journey of seeing someone who loved to cook, knit, sew, garden and so much more, slowly become someone who could do none of these things. She used to love to have her family in and serve them one of her Dutch treats on Sunday afternoons. Her garden delighted not only her but her visitors, as they admired her handiwork with a turn of her green thumb.

Her home-made Dutch soups were scrumptious and her desserts even more so. She always used her best china when she entertained and loved to do so every chance she could. I still remember the first time I joined in with the family on Christmas Eve for their tradional "feast" and exchange of gifts. I marveled at the spread that she single-handedly put out for everyone.

She's made many hand-knitted items for gifts at Christmas and birthdays and her hands never stopped being busy. How can such an active and loving soul become as helpless and dependant as a new-born babe?

In spite of this theivery that's been going on now for several years, her loving and gentle spirit is still there in her eyes, when she sees and recognizes you. She loved to laugh and used to tell me, "Laughter is good for the soul". We had good times together, her and I. During her morning bathing and dressing routine, we would sing old hymns when she'd get upset about something. That would always make her smile, and she could remember all the words to the familiar songs.

And though we have our rough days, as we continue to watch her decline, we are reminded every time we visit her (and that's every day) what a strong and courageous woman she was and still is. As we showed her a slide show on the laptop last night of "Poppy" her eyes sparkled like the snow in the early morning sunshine. She kept saying, "What a Poppy, such a darling". She has not forgotten everything or everyone. That spark is still there and we pray it will be for as long as she's here with us.

It's a good day today for my MIL--the sunshine seems to have a calming effect on her moods and we're so very thankful for that. I think I will go and visit her now and quite likely she will say, "Would you like a cup of tea?" Kindness has been one of her dearest traits that the "thief" has not stolen and I hope "he" never does.

Bless you and "yours" today and I hope you enjoy this spring day wherever you are.
Barb
I've included a pic of my MIL and her faithful "companion" (Molly)

Getting ready

2007-04-10T08:57:00.000-04:00

I am so excited about our upcoming holiday I can hardly get to sleep at night. We are flying to Calgary, then touring through the Rockies (YES), driving to Vancouver, and then (yeah) heading down the US coastline all the way to Los Angeles. From there we motor on through the desert (another YEAH!), stopping by the Grand Canyon--well, you sort of get the picture by now. In 3 and 1/2 weeks we plan to cover a lot of territory, before we end up back in Calgary to fly home.

I'm the infamous list maker in the family, or so Arend says anyway. I've been working on several since we began planning this trip-of-a-lifetime journey. There's the "to-do" list, the "to-buy" list (very important that I check this one off without Hubby present--long story), packing list(s)--one for clothing and one for personal items. There's also the "tourist gear" list which may include such things as maps (high priority), sunscreen, travel books with restaurant and "must-see" listings. Oh yes, there's also the cell phone and personal phone book so we can keep in touch with folks back home. Have I fogotten anything? I do try not to as you can tell.

Arend, on the other hand, never makes lists. He just grabs his favourite shirts, jeans, a few pairs of socks and underwear, his shaver and he's set to go. By the way, he packs for himself too I must add. That way I'm not in trouble if he forgets anything (because he didn't make any lists).

Of course I've made lists of things to do around the house too. Like spring clean, clean out closets, put away my winter sweaters (I'm still wearing these and if it doesn't warm up soon I may continue to do so!!), rake up the lawn (that will certainly have to wait until this NEW snow dissapears). Of course from these comments in parethesis you would never guess that I'm more than a little perturbed at the turn our weather has taken. But that's not the subject matter today. I'll save that for another time and perhaps by then I'll be able to talk about the hot temps we're experiencing here in the Maritimes. It really does warm up here you know.

And as my feline friend keeps reminding me, I do have to stock up on her favourite treats, so our neighbour can keep her dish topped up while we're gone. When the daytime temperatures do get warmer, Miss Pook loves to get outside and explore. Right now she's indignant that I'm not throwing that beat-up old yellow sponge ball she loves. "You'll have to wait your turn, cat! It's down a few items on my "to-list" for today."

While I'm thinking about it, you can follow along with us on our trip you know. I'm taking the laptop and will "show" you special memories that Arend captures on the digital. We want to maybe take a tour of Universal Studios in LA and you never know, we may get a chance to be "extras" in a movie--that would be a blast. Of course, we have to go out on the glass platform at the Grand Canyon. And, we will certainly be dipping our Maritime toes in the Pacific. If fact, we intend to be beach bums for a few days while touring the California coastline.
So, stay tuned. It promises to be an adventure you can enjoy too, even if it's via internet.

I must scoot now and get back to my lists. There're only 3 weeks left to pull everything together and I don't want to forget a thing!
Have a wonderful day, Barb

Back Home

2007-04-07T19:15:00.000-04:00

We had visitors this morning before we even had our breakfast. Of course, because of the trip to Montreal this week, and the stressful drive home yesterday, Hubby and I decided to take it easy today. One of our favourite weekend meals is homemade porridge, made with milk, and flavoured with raisins, apples, cinnamon and honey. It is to die for and Arend (Hubby) makes the absolute best in the Maritimes!

While he was busy in the kitchen, I collected laundry, unpacked my suitcase, and checked e-mail, all the while trying to keep from stepping or sitting on Miss Pook. She was starved for attention after being alone for a couple of days, and is sitting here right now in fact, sulkily wondering why I can't just forget about this crazy Blog and play ball with her. She's missed a few mornings of me tossing her favourite yellow piece of sponge so she can entertain me with her twisting and jumping. She doesn't quite have the "fetch" concept mastered yet, so it's up to me to keep bringing back the ball. But then, who's the smart one in this picture anyway??

Just as we were about to fill up our cereal bowls, we heard this little voice saying, "Hi Nanny and Bampie", and breakfast was soon forgotten. That sweet little grand-daughter ran to us with her arms wide open asking for the "kitty-kat". Of course the bird feeder hanging in front of the kitchen window is another favourite place she wants to spend time, so we plunked in a chair and watched the chickadees, sparrows and finches enjoy their morning meal.

While we were in Montreal we bought these monstrous oatmeal cookies and of course I wanted to see "Poppy's" (the Dutch word for little doll) reaction when she laid eyes on themm. Arend ran for the camera and we all laughed as she held up this huge creation with one hand no less. She turned it over, licked it and proceded to take a bite but quickly realized she didn't like the taste. It was priceless to watch and I'm going to share one or two of those moments with you (of course).

Before they were ready to leave, "Poppy" climbed into my arms and said "Bye Momma" as she waved her tiny hand to her mother. She was ready to stay for a while and I love that! But, they had plans for the day--another time Nanny!

Yes, it's more than wonderful to be back home and see familiar faces. It's always good to get away too, but I love coming home more, don't you?

As we lingered over coffee I pondered the gifts in my life. Home and family are right at the top of my list. Next comes home-made oatmeal, topped with brown sugar. Ah-h-h-h, it's so good to be home.
Until the next time, Blessings, Barb

Inspiration

2007-04-05T20:09:00.000-04:00

I must confess, I seriously did consider spouting off about this un-spring-like weather, AGAIN today. I know, I know, enough already you're thinking. But I am a weather network junkie after all.

However, you'll be quite happy to read here that I veered off an entirely differnt path after watching Oprah today.

Hubby had grabbed his camera, bundled up against that strong north wind out there and waved as he told me he was going "on Safari", searching for the elusive black squirrel, cousin to our familiar "grey". (I should mention here that we are still in Montreal)

I was leaning (literally) towards taking a nap, my eyelids were slowly tilting to the closed position, when for some reason I reached for the remote and turned on the tube.

Being somewhat of an artistic person, I do try to be "in tune" with my immediate srroundings, always open to any vibes of inspiration that may trigger the beginnings of a new song or another short story.

And you're probably thinking the TV may be the last medium to draw that creative energy from.

But the subject matter of Oprah's show today did indeed, not only enlighten me about a developmental disorder that's on the rise, it stirred a deep feeling of wanting to understand and have compassion for the parents who deal with Autism 24 hours of every day.

Oprah's guests were real-life Moms and Dads who shared with millions of viewers what family life is like when you live with and raise an autistic child.

My heart ached for them as they told how their child did NOT speak, did NOT fit in and did NOT seem to be in his or her body anymore. And I say that because, in some cases the child was normal at birth and maybe didn't present symptoms until after the age of two or later.

We watched a home video of a darling little 2-year-old boy, cuddling with his baby brother, laughing and talking, remarkably articulate for his age. At least 2 other parents shared how their child presented signs of development delay before the age of 12 months.

And I asked myself, "How do these parents do this day after day? How do they deal with the emotional pain of watching their child seemingly drift father and farther away from them?"

This is where the inspiration comes in. One of those fathers, with a strength that came from his deep faith, said that if his boy could even say one word in this lifetime he would be happy. That word was "Daddy".

There's the answer to my question, "How do they do it?" They do it because they love unconditionly the life that they brought into this world and no matter what, they will love forever. I was overwhelmed at the power of that love as I watched bits of their daily experiences of heartbreak and triumph.

As I close this post today, I know I'll hold on a little bit tighter to the ones I love. I'll make sure I let them know how much they mean to me. In fact, I think I'll call one of my sons right now.
Blessings to you and "yours".
Barb

Rainy day Wednesday

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

You guessed it, I HAVE to mention the weather this dismal morning--where is that sunshine that's going to warm the earth so my poor tulips can rise up and bloom? Where's the heat that we've been waiting for since last October when we had a beautiful Indian summer? When is Old Man Winter going to release his grip and give us frazzled Matitimers a break, huh? That feels better you know, just to realease that pent-up energy so I can focus on perhaps more important matters.

The first thing on my mind this morning was, "I wonder if that grandson is ready to make an appearence today?" I really hope he waits until I get home but you know how that story goes. He'll arrive when he's good and ready, no matter where his Grandma happens to be at the time. Why is it that when I get a chance to get away for a couple of days (we're in Montreal as we speak) I right away start to miss the "kids" and the cat and home and my tupip beds. Well, okay, the tulips are barely sticking their poor little heads out of the ground, but I miss them just the same. I can taste and feel spring in my mind; I can smell the grass and even hear the lawn mower, and I can feel the dew on my fingertips as I touch the new petals of my lillies. Am I obsessed with summer or what?

I guess when you've lived in the Maritimes as long as I have, one should grin and bear the slow spring process. It takes all of the three months of March, April and May to allow Mother Nature to do her job and I know that. But as I sit here and watch that wet snow (yes, I typed "snow") falling outside, I'm ready to scream!!

Okay, there's another gripe out of the way, now back to the point of this post. And I've tried to edit this thing so many times I've forgotten the point, would you believe. Let's just say that I'm glad we don't have to drive home tonight. We get to rest, watch the results show of American Idol (I think it's time for Sanjaya to go BTW), pack up and leave early tomorrow. Hubby will be driving one of his purchases home while I motor back in "Old Faithful". Something to ponder: why is it that car salesmen buy top-of-the-line automobiles for others while his wife drives an old Caravan with over 400,000 on it??

Tomorrow is another day though. I'll do my level best not to be upset with the weather in the morning. Please, Lord, just get us home safe and sound.
Blessings to you, Barb

PS: The pic on the left at the top is "moi" driving the old beater and the other one is of course of Hubby and I browsing the pics that he took today of the cars he bought--FYI>

Sharing

2007-04-02T14:49:00.000-04:00

As we sat at the breakfast table this morning, I reflected back on the last 24 hours or so, trying to remember all of the memories I could share with you today.

April 1st was anything but just another ho-hum April Fool's Day for me. The dawn brought with it a glorious spring sunrise, spreading streaks of pinks and golds of the early morning sun. Our breakfast nook looks north, east and west, allowing us a panoramic view unfold right before our eyes. When you think about it, who needs to travel anywhere else to see the splendor of God's handiwork?

American Goldfinches, chicadees and sparrows, along with bluejays and redwing blackbirds treated us to the most delightful chorus, as they welcomed in another new day. No matter who visits our home and eats at our table, they always remark about the peaceful setting spread before us. Of course a tasty meal helps too!

Then as we listened to our pastor deliver the message at our morning worship service, I was again reminded of all the blessings that God has bestowed upon me and my family. He's kept us safe in His arms, He's protected and loved us through so many struggles, without ever giving up on us. Even when we fail Him, He's stil there, guiding and gently tugginhg us back to Him.

Later in the day my husband and I drove to Woodstock to sing at a Salvation Army church there. I had debated the day before whether or not I would be able to keep my commitment, what with laryngitis still persisting. But as I opened my mouth to speak at breakfast a funny thing happened. My voice was back, not all the way, but back nonetheless. I made more lemon tea to drink (with honey of course) and even packed a carafe to take with us. Sunshine still ruled the day as we traveled along the highway, noticing deer grazing in the new growth and waterfalls cascading down the rock walls. How can anyone say that God is not real, when the evidence surrounds us?

At the concert last evening I met with old friends and talked with family, before and after a beautiful evening of music. We went to Tim Horton's for a cup of Java with my parents and caught up on the family news.

I am so thankful that we did not have to miss that. Sharing that time with those folks was the highlight of our week. As we drove home, with the full moon lighting our way I replayed the whole day, just like I'm doing now. I remember a time when I thought I had nothing to look forward to but more despair.

Miracles come in all forms, and I'm glad I could share with you a few of my own on this second day of April. Consider every day you have a miracle because that's what it is. And for even more blessings, share it with someone you love.
Drop by again, Barb
PS: The pic I've added is of "moi" and Captain Mae Wales, btw.

Reunion

2007-03-28T14:26:00.000-04:00

It's been a busy couple of days at our house. Our precious little grand-daughter arrived (actually we picked her up) on Wednesday and life as we know it changed the mintue she walked through our front door.

At the tender age of two she's already in tune with the "charm the grandparents" role. Batting those baby blues, and smiling that sweet smile of hers, she says, "Please Nanny" and it's about impossible to say "No". I've always believed I wouldn't spoil a grandchild--well, that idea flew right out the window the very minute I held her for the first time.

We took her out for lunch at DQ, played hide&seek, watched Dora the Explorer and Tigger DVs, and painted Easter eggs (my very first time to do such a thing). Her parents weren't arriving back until this morning and little Miss was missing them, so keeping her busy seemed like a good plan. And for the most part it worked. She's naturally a good-natured child and is a delight to spend time with. Seeing her standing on a chair at the island in the kitchen, colouring those eggs, was one of the sweeetest sights. As Bampie dipped, I carefully kept watch so Miss wouldn't fall or upset the dye. We painted on happy faces and printed Mommy and Daddy on a couple of our creations. I kept telling her we were making a present for somebody special because the mere mention of Mommy or Daddy brought tears and a quivering lower lip that would break your heart.

But, she's a little trooper I have to tell you. When bed-time rolled around last night she snuggled in with her stuffed kitty and puppy, her blanket close to her heart and drifted off to dreamland in less than 5 minutes. This morning she woke, with a smile and chattering about her "Easter eggs". My, oh my, what a doll!

After bustling to get to the airport on time to meet her parents, we took our spot in front of the window to watch the plane land. We were still telling her that she was going to see someone special very soon, but she she still didn't know who who that special person was.

When she saw her mother walking across that tarmac, she took one look at me then chimed, "Mommy, Daddy". Her Mom had that "I've missed you baby" look and that little girl flew into her Mommy's arms. Talk about a Kodak moment. I think I was more excited than any of us. Another precious memory to tuck away for a long evening in my rocking chair, twenty or more years down the road, when my hair is grey and the grandbabies have gone off to college.

This morning I witnessed one of the most precious reunions in the universe. It doesn't matter who or where, the magic would be the same. When child and parent are together after any separation, it's a marvelous sight to behold. And I'm thankful I was part of that. If you're reading this and you happen to be a grand-parent, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
Until another day,blessings to you and "Yours". Barb

Motherhood

2007-03-27T08:36:00.000-04:00

Mother's Day is just around the corner and today I want to pay tribute to all of the Mothers who may be reading this post at this very moment. Having been "in practice" myself for almost 35 years now, I can honestly say that being a mother is an ongoing process that both delights and tests our motherly insticts. My two sons are two of the loves of my life and I sometimes am overwhelmed at the feelings that come from deep within when I pull up a memory from their childhood days.

That initial introduction to my first-born, upon hearing his energetic entry into my world, was "Awe"some, and yet a bit terrifying too. I kept asking the doctor and nurses, "Are you sure it's a boy?". "Yes Mam, it's a boy alright".
"Can I hold him, let me see, are you sure it's a boy". It makes me wonder how these delivery room professionals deal with some of the questions flying out of the mouths of new mothers. As long I live I will never forget the words of the nurse who passed my own new "little person" to me: "He looks just like his Momma"--I was in love (not with the nurse--grin), I was overwhelmed and I could NOT catch my breath. He was the most beautiful sight these hazel eyes had ever witnessed. And I had seen 4 younger sisters as babies, but that didn't prepare me for the wriggling and precious boy who now laid in my arms, looking around as if to say, "Where am I, and who are you?"

The birth of my second son was a bit more dramatic but no less awesome. My doctor told me that the baby wasn't breathing and they would have to suction out his lungs. My first glimpse of that tiny little form frightened me, when I saw that his skin was greyish , immediately I thought, "Oh no, what's wrong? Please God don't let him die". The staff worked on him for what seemed like hours, but in truth was only a few minutes. I heard that first, weak cry and knew that my prayers had been answered. I reached anxiously for him and held on, oh so tight, crying tears of joy and thankfullness. My oldest had a little brother and soon he could come in and see what all the fuss was about.

Of course, we all have our stories and memories, and motherhood is not a piece of cake by long shot. We hurt when they hurt, we cry when they cry and we laugh when they laugh. But through all that, a bond that's stronger than any other carries with it unconditional love and tenderness in our hearts for those little people who made our worlds a better place.

I want to honour my own mother today, as well as those who are reading this little "blurb" on the web. Blessings do indeed come in all shapes, sizes, colours and personalities, but most importantly they come from above. Being a mother has been my greatest reward this side of Heaven. And I never wait until Mother's Day to think about my "own". They're right with me every day, tucked in my heart, saying, "Ah Mom, now don't get mushy on us".

Wishing you and "Yours" the best day, today and every day.
Barb

Friends

2007-03-26T09:20:00.000-04:00

I took longer than usual this morning to decide what I wanted to write about today. Possible choices included the weather (Maritimers love talking about that), maple syrup time, "sisters", or maybe layrngitis (an ailment I'm afflicted with today--RATS). But I chose to share with you a bit about a little day trip we took yesterday to visit a very special friend who we haven't seen since last fall, and I've missed her like crazy.

The afternoon began with a lovely drive to the south-western coast of N.B., taking in many of the coastal communities that come alive during the peak summer season, but are hushed by the changing tides that ultimately bring back the bustling tourists and the open shops along the water front. Actually, we did drive right on by these areas, due in large part to my anxiousness to get to my friend's house. And since Hubby wanted to sight-see he let me behind the wheel, where I'm quite comfortable thank-you very much! Other than those spring bumps that occur without fail in our province, the trip was soothing and invigorating at the same time. We reminisced about past excursions to the coast and laughed at some of our favourite stories. I've been priveleged to sing in a few local churches there over the past few years, with a gospel band that we formed back in 1997. Those days have since passed, as do a lot of "scenes" in our lives. But one thing that never changes, thank goodness, is that fondness one feels in the company of a good friend.

We did arrive at her house around 5:30 or so, in a bit of a mysterious fashion--well of course, what would life be without a little mystery. She lives on a quiet country road, surrounded by trees and wildlife. Being a musician and an artisan, she's very content there and when she saw us you could see that shining in her eyes. But, I still haven't told how we made our appearance. We parked the car a few yards from her driveway, walked until we could see her house then called her on our cell. After 5 rings (was thinking she's not home) her son answered and said, "Who's this?" I asked for his mother, who querried the same. By this time Hubby and I are both laughing and saying, "Look out your front window", and we were waving our arms like two lunatics. She finally saw us and her shock was priceless. She ran out the door and practically knocked us down with hugs of joy, at the same time saying, "The house is a mess" and I said, "We don't care, we came to see you not your house". It was one of those "polaroid" moments and not a one of us took a picture. My husband always has his camera in hand but he had left it in the car. I will never forget that as long as I live. I absolutely love to surprise people and the afternoon of March 25th, 2007 is etched forever in my mind. Now, it might seem rather silly to some to hold such a memory so close, but if you have those "special" people in your life you'll understand perhaps. I've sang with this gal and we have a bond that goes beyond friendship in the usual sense. We used to call our group, "Sisters in Harmony" and that says it best maybe. Still, there's just that quality about her that brings a smile whenever I picture us together. I love her humour and the sound of her "voice" (singing or speaking). I love the way her and I have connected and have kept that bond, even though we're seperated by miles and time constrictions. I'm so thankful that God brought her into my life at just the right time.
I think I will send her a card today. Since I can't pick up the phone and call (laryngitis) I'll pen my thoughts and maybe send along a coupon for a meal at our house. Yes, that's what I'm going to do as soon as I'm finished here.
Please accept my good wishes for you and "yours" on this day. Until the next time--Barb

The Lord's Day

2007-03-25T09:35:00.000-04:00

What a glorious Lord's day it is out there. I can look out my office window and watch the birds fly by, see the neighbour's garden (in the summer) and marvel at the depth of the blue in that sky. I'm also looking at a picture of our grand-daughter, who was supposed to visit us this weekend, but she has the pink eye and I'm all stuffed up, so she stayed with her regular sitter instead, while her parents are on a little holiday. I was so dissapointed that we had to postpone that time together. I truly now understand the "Grandma" kind of love that comes from the part of my heart that was jump-started when first I held that dear little girl in my arms. She's a joy that God granted us after our own little ones left the nest, and believe me when I say that I quickly discovered what ENS (Empty Nest Syndrome) was all about. My arms physically ached, my heart forgot how to feel and life as I had known it seemed to dissapear forever. My husband, who thought he knew how to comfort me, called one of my sisters in despair, asking if maybe she could somehow cheer me up. I knew that my own time for having more babies was over, but oh, I was so NOT ready for life in an empty house.

Thank goodness for God's love and mercy, for through a great support system I learned how to better deal with the loneliness. I was never one to sit and mope, but during that "recovery" period, I had my share of blue, sorrowful moments that no amount of even "cat comfort" could cure. I missed that youngest boy running up the stairs asking, "What's for supper" and I missed his bass guitar beating out the notes from his band practice music. I missed hearing him strum on my accoustic guitar and I missed answering the phone, because after he left it seemed that no one called anymore. Well, you get the picture and if you're going through any of your own sadness, there are many ways to get help today if your symptoms go beyond the normal gloom. I Googled ENS and found 419,000 results so that's a good place to start. I realized there was no shame in what I was feeling and with time and love from my spouse and family I accepted this as a time to spread my wings. My husband and I became involved in music,we even opened our own venue and ran it for over 6 years. Life was so busy that I wonder today how we ever managed to get everything done. But, everyone's situation is different and needs to be handled with utmost care and attention. Sometimes I think back and remember thinking, 'Won't it be wonderful when the kids are grown and I have time to myself". Well, that is true in all kinds of differnt ways and you just have to tell yourself that "this is another chapter in my life". Our children have not left the planet, they've only spread their own wings and that's what God intended to happen. He understands our sorrow more than any other human could. I believe His tears fall when he loses on of "His" own.

But my intention today was not to dwell on sadness, it was to wish each one of you a "new day" and God's blessings to you and "Yours".
Please drop by again.
Barb

Cat Comfort

2007-03-24T10:58:00.000-04:00

If you are a cat lover like me, you've probably experienced a time when your feline "master" jumped up on your lap, or beside you on the sofa or bed and gazed lovingly into your eyes because he or she knows you're not feeling well. I'm amazed and at the same time not surprised at this phenomenon. After all, it's been said that cats are "tiny women in cheap fur coats" and who better to comfort us when we're sick than another female, even if she does have 4 paws and a long tail--grin! I remember a few years back how "Miss Pook", who at that time was not allowed up to the bedroom (she was taken in as a stray by "moi" and hubby was still adjusting to her presence) managed to get by the guard and crawl stealthily in beside her Momma. Even in my foggy state of mind, induced by OTC meds for my runny nose, just having her there made me smile. And I'm sure she smiled back, for reasons of her own. Her soft fur was balm to my soul, as I patted her head and scratched her ears and chin. And that contented purr-r-r-r soothed my frazzelled nerves and even calmed my urge to cough. After months of trying to coax her into the house and into my heart, she lay there beside me as if she'd always been. I love that! Cats can be cunning (well of course) and they can make you upset if you find them on a surface where they're not supposed to be, especially the kitchen table. But, when you're down with a bug or just plain down, that "something" about a cat can perk you up quicker than any medicine.
As for her reasons for smiling that sly smile, you and I both know she saw right past "Hubby's" stern exterior, and she knew she would soon have him wrapped around her sweet little white paws. In fact, she's more apt to go to him now, that she knows I'm the "cook" and he's the "scratcher". Sometimes while we're watching TV, she'll ever so effortlessly slide up on Hubby's lap and then ease up to his belly, where she know's she'll have her neck and belly rubbed. Yes, no one can say that a cat isn't intellegent. At least you can't tell me that. Iv'e had cats who learned to play hide-and-seek and fetch. No kidding! For more on cats and other "bits &and pieces" drop by again. Wishing you and "yours" a wonderful day. Don't forget to hug your cat!
Barb

Ah-h-h, Spring

2007-03-23T08:18:00.000-04:00

As my husband and I sat at the breakfast table this morning, mavelling at the sight outside our turret windows, we couldn't help but be thankful for this very special time of year. Our "thanks" for our food went way beyond just the physical comforts that God has so graciously given to us. We thanked Him for the beauty that lies everywhere on this earth, no matter where you live. We thanked Him for the five senses that He gave us, so that we could delight in the robin's song, laugh at the squirrel's antics in the walnut tree and smell the earth as it comes to life with all it's creatures. It's overwhelming when you think about the news headlines, and read about people dying and children suffering. We will never know as long as we live in this world why things happen the way they do, nor will we understand it. I sometimes feel like I don't deserve the bounty of God's love and really, none of us do. But He sent that love through His son. Isn't that the greatest miracle of all?
I do still marvel at His creation and along with the movement of spring, I will soon have a new little miracle to hold in my arms. Yes, I'm positively jumping at the prospect of seeing my grandson--my very first. As all grandmas do, I've been shopping for little "things" for this new bundle of joy. I'll have another tiny person to love and cuddle and spoil, just a little.

I'm wishing you and "yours" a spring day filled with promise and hope for another new dawn.
Barb

Getting started

2007-03-22T20:24:00.000-04:00

"It's a new day" as the line of a popular song says, and spring in the Maritimes is beginning to show it's lovely head round about the countryside. Of course Old Man Winter held on longer than we wanted (except for the ski enthusiasts who want snow until June) but I'm starting to dream of my lily patch and I can almost smell the sweet fragrance of the orientals. I can feel their smooth petals against my face and see my feline sprawled out between the stalks, taking a nap in the mid-afternoon sun. Spring is my absolute favourite time of year and brings back so many memories as a child growing up in a small farming community nestled amongst hills of hardwoods and groves of fir trees. My sisters and I could not wait to get out the rubber boots and wade in every single puddle and see who could get stuck the deepest in the soft mud that lay beneath the melting snow piles. There was never a thought about the uncertainty of the future. We just enjoyed the moments as they came and made our own fun. Oh, wouldn't it be grand to go back there for a little while, if only to catch a glimpse of life without stress. Ah-h-h-h, I can smell that mud surrounding my feet and hear the laughter of the other kids as someone gave in and pulled me out. With our mud-streaked faces and cold feet, we'd run with the spring wind to see who could get back to the house first and gobble up a lunch of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, washed down with a huge plastic cup full of milk. Did those days ever truly exist? Was life ever that simple and real? If the answer was "no" I would not be who I am today. For more "bits and pieces" stay tuned for another day. Barb