Always Learning

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)