We decided to travel in June because it’s usually such a beautiful month in Canada.  Not so this year, however!  It’s been a damp, chilly journey so far.  It’s amazingly easy to find a place to camp though.  In fact, we’ve had a couple of campgrounds entirely to ourselves!  With the propane furnace running at night, we’ve managed not to freeze!

Once again, we’ve been reminded just how big this country of ours is.  On day 1, we drove over 600 km and the scenery never changed.  Most of Saskatchewan looks much like central east Alberta where we live so we didn’t plan to spend much time there.  We made a short stop in Biggar, SK to visit with friends who moved there a couple of years ago then camped further east at Foam Lake. 

Foam Lake is a small town that has a special place in our family story as it was just outside town that Matt and Robin had a car fire several years ago while returning home from university in Ottawa.  They were treated so kindly by the members of the volunteer fire department that we continue to have fond feelings for the place.

Day 2 took us through rain, hail, wind, thunder and lightning to Winnipeg, Manitoba where we gratefully accepted Buck and Chrissy’s invitation to spend the night at their place.  We took them out for dinner then curled up on the couch to enjoy a movie on their giant screen TV.  It was nice to know that we’d have a warm bed and a solid roof over our head for the night!  The temperature was only 6C when we drove away the next morning. 

Early on day 3, we left the prairie behind and began our long journey across the Canadian Shield, an area characterized by exposed rock, swampy areas and many, many lakes.  We also entered Ontario, Canada’s largest province.  We camped at Kakabeka Provincial Park where we enjoyed beautiful views of spectacular Kakabeka Falls under the setting sun and again the next morning.  Before leaving the park we also walked the short Mountain Portage trail where voyageurs of the past carried their canoes and heavy loads around the falls. 

Continuing east on day 4, we stopped briefly at the Terry Fox monument overlooking Lake Superior.  Though this was our third visit to the monument, I continue to be moved by the story of this young Canadian hero whose historic cross Canada run was cut short at this point when the cancer that had claimed his leg three years earlier returned.  Sadly, he was never able to complete his dream of running across Canada as he succumbed to his disease at the young age of 22.  He did, however, raise a large amount of money for the battle against cancer and his fight goes on with annual Terry Fox runs being held in schools and communities across the nation.

A little later in the morning, we visited Panorama Amethyst Mine where we learned that amethyst, the official stone of Ontario, is actually quartz crystals that contain iron.  The more iron, the deeper the purple colour.  We had the opportunity to collect and purchase amethyst samples from the rocky piles left behind by the mining operation.  In spite of the fact that we continue to be impressed by the sheer size of this country, we were also reminded that it’s a small world when we met a nephew of an aquaintance from Sedgewick at the mine and also learned that the daughter of one of the women working in the gift store there spent a summer working in Sedgewick a few years ago!

Continuing on, we camped at Obatanga Provincial Park north of Sault Ste. Marie.  Day 5 started early.  During the wee hours of the morning, the propane bottle ran dry.  Richard got up at 6:00 a.m. to replace it and discovered that the new tank, purchased the evening before, was faulty.  The valve wouldn’t open.  We decided to pack up and backtrack the 35 km to White River to exchange it.  The temperature was 2C when we pulled out of the campground at 7:15!  We were more than happy to enjoy a hearty breakfast at a truck stop along the highway rather than in a chilly campground.  As we traveled, however, the temperature rose to 17C, the highest we’d seen so far and the afternoon was beautifully sunny.  We camped at Samuel de Champlain Provincial Park east of North Bay. 

Day 6 took us into the city of Ottawa where we ate our lunch on the grass in front of the Canadian Parilament Buildings and enjoyed a walk around the area, familiar to us because Matt and Robin were both working for Members of Parliament when we last visited Ottawa during the summer of 2001.  We continued on to nearby Russell where, after driving more than 3500 km in six days, we’ve been enjoying a visit with longtime friends, Anne and Steve.  Anne and I first met when she and my sister were classmates in Yellowknife almost 40 years ago! 

We spent most of the day yesterday at Upper Canada Village near Morrisburg on the St. Lawrence River.  We found the 1860s reconstructed village just as interesting as we did when we visited it with our children 18 years ago.  We especially enjoyed touring the 3 working mills – a lumber mill, a textile mill and a flour mill.  The interpretive staff were excellent, helping bring life in small town Ontario in the early days to life for us. 

We plan to visit the new Canadian War Museum in Ottawa this afternoon and will move on toward Quebec City tomorrow.  Hopefully we find summer soon!

That was the theme of our church’s 11th annual ladies retreat this past weekend.  Twenty something women enjoyed a 24 hour getaway from their busy day to day lives.  We laughed, cried, worshipped, sang and had fun together.  The main retreat room was decorated with quilts and hand stitched items of many kinds.

Early in 1998, the women of our church were invited to join the ladies of one of the Nazarene churches in Edmonton for a weekend retreat. Several ladies went and as three of us relaxed together at the beautiful retreat centre, we started talking about the possibility of holding a retreat of our own. Ideas flowed and before we knew it, we were in the midst of planning one for later that spring.  It was a tremendous success and thus it became an annual event that we all look forward to.

Because we would have to travel some distance to a retreat centre and the cost would be prohibitive for some, we hold it at the church. Some bring their sleeping bags and sleep over  while others go home for the night and return in time for breakfast the following morning. We keep things as simple as possible, having one meal catered to and ensuring that the others don’t require anyone to spend a lot of time in the kitchen.

With the exception of last year’s retreat which took place while I was in Japan, I have attended all of them.  After a small group of us organized the first couple of retreats, the planning was taken over by my weekly ladies Bible study group.  I was MC for the first few retreats.  One year I shared my testimony and this year, I was the speaker.

Our theme verse this year was Ephesians 3:20.  “Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us.”  The italics are mine, highlighting the part of the verse that truly describes what God did for us during our year in Japan.

I spoke once on Friday evening and twice on Saturday.  I knew that the ladies were anxious to hear about our Asian experiences but I felt that the weekend needed to be much more than just a travelogue. During the first session, I used scripture and personal experience to talk about the many ways that God speaks to us.  On Saturday morning, I talked about our year in Japan focusing on the church that God led us to there. I shared the ways in which I feel that God used us while we were there as well as some of the things that I think he accomplished in my life through the experiences that we had. During my final talk, I spoke about the impact that our trip to Vietnam had on me.  I talked about the contrast between North American culture where we have so much and yet are not satisfied and cultures like that of Vietnam where people are happy if they know where their next meal is coming from. I also shared Biblical principles that can help us live successfully in tough economic times such as we are experiencing today. Much to the delight of the ladies, I wore my Vietnamese silk au dai while I gave the final talk.  Some of them even talked me into wearing it to church the following morning.

Over the years, we have always done a craft at retreat.  In keeping with this year’s theme, the craft was a quilt.  Each lady wrote a favourite Bible verse or message on a quilt square and signed her name.  During a quiet time on Saturday afternoon while some of us went for a long walk and others visited or napped, one industrious woman took the pieces home and sewed them together.  When she returned, everyone gathered around the quilt frame and tied the quilt. The final stitching around the outside was done by hand by an avid quilter in the group during my final talk.  At the end of the retreat, I was presented with the quilt! The red and white colour scheme represents the colours of the Canadian and Japanese flags. What a wonderful keepsake and one that I will always treasure!

I watched my oldest son graduate from the University of British Columbia law school in Vancouver, BC today without ever leaving the comforts of my own home!  We watched the ceremony live online. Aren’t the wonders of technology amazing?

Since we were just in Vancouver in March and plan to return again to meet our new grandchild, Matt and Robin’s firstborn, when he or she arrives in October, Matt suggested that we might not want to make another trip to the coast for today’s event.  He definitely wants us to be there next spring, however, when he’s called to the bar and we’ve already promised that we will be.

We’ve had the privilege of watching Matthew graduate three times; first from high school here in Sedgewick in 1998 when he won many academic awards including the top student award, then we were there when he received his Bachelor of Journalism from Carleton University in Ottawa in 2002 and finally, today!

As we watched the webcast, we were delighted to see my father in the crowd!  Matthew’s grandpa graduated from UBC over 60 years ago. I’m sure watching his grandson walk across the platform and accept a diploma from his alma mater was a very proud moment indeed!

Matt will continue his studies with a six week preparation course for the bar exam.  After writing the exam early this summer, he’ll begin his year of articling with the Vancouver office of McCarthy Tetrault, one of Canada’s largest law firms.  He worked for the firm last summer and is very excited about going back.

Matthew’s interest in law goes back a long way.  In fact, I remember one of his primary school teachers commenting during a parent/teacher interview that he had a very strong sense of justice. As his parents, we may be a little biased but we consider him to be a young man of both wisdom and integrity and are certain that he will be an asset to the legal profession.

Congratulations, Matthew!  We’re very proud of you!

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that I’d grow up to be a farmer; or more accurately, a farm labourer.  I was born in Powell River, a pulp and paper town on the coast of British Columbia and spent most of my teen years in Vancouver.  I also lived for a time in Yellowknife, NWT.  It wasn’t until I went to university in Calgary that I came anywhere near the wheat fields of Alberta.

When I moved to Sedgewick to begin my teaching career in 1975, I entered a whole new world where the livelihood of many families depended on a good harvest.  I was fascinated by the farm equipment and the cycle of seeding and harvest and was humbled by the fact that my elementary school students knew more about it than I did.  Over the years that followed, however, I continued to observe from a distance. Even when I visited the family farm with Richard, I didn’t have opportunity to experience farming first hand.  I remember helping move cattle once, but for the most part, the men did the farm work and the women were in the house.

All that changed one Sunday in the fall of 2005 when my friend, Louis, asked if I’d ever ridden a combine.  When I said no, he asked if I’d like to and so it was that one sunny afternoon, after a day of teaching school, I drove out to the field and joined him on the combine.  What a thrill!  As we crisscrossed the field and watched the sun set over the waves of gold, I saw a beauty in this land that I’d never seen before.  I was far from the first person to be invited to ride along with Louis but apparently I was the first to fall in love with what he was doing.  The following year he invited me back and then in the spring of 2007, I also spent a few hours riding the tractor with him during seeding.  I enjoyed every moment and hoped I’d be invited back yet again.  Little did I know that I would soon become his hired hand!

Richard and I retired from teaching in the spring of 2007.  Sometime during August of that year, Louis stopped by the house to see if we’d be interested in helping out during harvest.  The economy was booming and seasonal help was difficult to find.  Richard spent some time swathing (cutting the grain) and I did almost all the combining (running the machine that separates the grain seeds from the stalks).  When everyone else went back to school in the fall, I didn’t miss it one bit.  I was on the combine having the time of my life! When we were in Japan last fall and I knew that harvest was going on without me, I missed it terribly.

Louis is 80 years old.  Over the past few years, he’s been gradually cutting back on the amount of land that he farms and this year his family suggested that he should retire completely.  Farming has been his life and his passion for more than 60 years, however.  I truly believe that if he couldn’t farm, he’d feel that life wasn’t worth living anymore.  We’re both working for him again this spring.  In fact, we’re pretty much putting the crop in for him.  Richard is running the air seeder which deposits seed and fertilizer into the ground and I follow up with the harrow/packer, a 50 foot wide implement that smoothes and packs the newly seeded soil.  Both are pulled behind gigantic John Deere tractors. Louis is the boss; making all the important decisions, maintaining the equipment and making many trips to and fro with fuel, seed and fertilizer.  With two rookies on the equipment, there’s plenty to keep him busy.  The arrangement seems to be working well for all of us and we’ve promised him that as long as he’s able and wants to continue farming, we’ll be here during spring and fall to help.

Richard at work

Louis is a wise and patient teacher.  He takes the time to answer my questions even though some of them must seem very elementary to him. He realizes that I want to understand not just how to do the job correctly but why we do things the way we do.  He even handled my frustration the first day of seeding with grace.  I hadn’t learned to read the field yet and couldn’t always tell where I’d already been and where I should go next.  I was disgusted that my lines weren’t always as straight as I thought they should be.  Louis knows me well enough to know that I was frustrated because I share his philosophy that a job worth doing is worth doing right. He also knew that I was stubborn enough not to give up and that with practice, I’d get better.  By the time he came around a second time to see how things were going, I was able to tell him that I was having fun.

with Louis and "my" tractor

When I’m out on an open field under the big Alberta sky, I feel such peace. I liken it to being on a boat on the ocean on a calm day.  At times we share the fields with deer, coyotes and birds of many kinds. When I look back over a field that I’ve finished, it gives me a great sense of accomplishment.

the harrow/packer

In addition to the fun of farming itself, there’s another plus to all of this and that is Louis’ wife, Doris, who is known throughout the countryside as a fantastic cook.  She makes supper for us every day that we work!  In the spring, we finish up by 6:30 p.m. and head to the house for a hearty meal. At harvest time, like many farm wives, she delivers supper to the field so that we can stop for a short break and then get back to work as every minute counts when winter is just around the corner.

If the weather cooperates, we’ll soon be finished seeding.  We’ve been delayed several times by this spring’s ugly weather conditions.  Last week, we had to wait for three days because the remaining fields needed to be sprayed for weeds before they could be planted.  Spraying requires almost perfect weather conditions.  First it was too windy and then it was too cold. Though the fields desperately need moisture so that the seeds will germinate and grow, they need to be dry while we actually work them. Once we finish seeding, we’ll be praying for both rain and heat so that there will be a bountiful crop to harvest come fall.

Many early settlers came to our part of Alberta from Norway.  Every May 17th, which is Norwegian Independence Day, the local historical society hosts a tea.  This year they decided to include a fashion show featuring vintage clothing from the Sedgewick museum collection and I was recruited as a model.

I visited the museum a couple of weeks ago to try on clothes.  I must admit that I couldn’t help wondering why some garments are considered to be of historical value and are carefully preserved in the museum while other similar items end up in the local thrift store!  I suppose, however, that the goal is to preserve a sample of different styles from throughout the years for the enjoyment of future generations.  As I perused the collection and tried things on, I also came to the realization that I have clothing in my basement that should probably be in the museum!

I modeled five items in yesterday’s show.  One of my favourites was a navy blue drop waist dress that I’m guessing might have originated in the 1940s. Unfortunately, I don’t have a picture of that one.  I also fell in love with an exquisite wedding dress that fit me like a glove.  I think there must still be a bit of the little girl who loved playing dress up in me!

Some of the other items that I modeled bordered on hideous.  As we hurriedly changed from one outfit to another, we couldn’t help but wonder whatever possessed us or our predecessors to think that some of the styles were attractive and ought to be worn in public!  The polyester checked pantsuit looks far better in the photo than it did in real life and the multicoloured tent dress was part of our final category known as Far Out Fashions.  Four of us appeared on the runway wearing various gaudy items and the audience was asked to choose the farthest out by clapping, cheering and generally indicating their choice as noisily as possible.  I won hands down.  No one else had the courage to appear in something that outlandish!

All in all, it was a fun afternoon and hopefully also a successful fundraiser for the historical society who are in the process of raising funds for some badly needed renovations to the old sandstone building that houses the museum.  Built in 1910, it was originally the Merchants Bank of Canada and later became the Bank of Montreal.

Yesterday was a gorgeous day so when the show was over, we headed out to the golf course with a group of friends.  After just one hole of golf, however, a horrendous wind storm blew in and the temperature plummeted.  I’m hoping to be back in my farming clothes and out on the tractor again this afternoon but there are snowflakes in the air this morning so it’s looking pretty iffy.

The blog has been oddly silent lately but those of you who still check it faithfully have not been forgotten.  Over the past week I’ve spent over thirty hours driving a tractor and I’m looking forward to sharing that experience as soon as I have some photos to go along with it.  I’ve also been busy getting ready to speak at our church’s annual ladies retreat on May 29 and 30.  I’ll be giving three talks over the course of 24 hours so there’s lots of preparation to be done.  In addition to that, I’ve been cleaning out the tent trailer and getting it ready for a cross Canada road trip in June and July.  I’ll be taking my new laptop on the road with us so the blog will definitely become more active as the trip unfolds.  Please don’t go away!

We spent the past few days in Calgary where we celebrated our grandson, Andrew’s, first birthday.  On our way to Calgary, we passed a couple of golf courses that were already open and noticed that a few hardy souls were out playing.  It was cold and windy though so we didn’t really envy them.  

The Sedgewick course opened while we were away.  It was sunny and warm when we arrived home this afternoon so we immediately headed out for our first round since the course closed in mid October 2007!  Neither of us played particularly well but it was great to be out there and my final score was about the same as it usually is at this time of year.  My putting was particularly dreadful but it’s early in the year and the greens need time to mature.

I first tried golfing over 30 years ago but I had no patience for it. I decided to give it another try about 15 years later and was immediately hooked. I’m not sure what had changed in the interim but I love being out of doors, away from whatever needs doing at home and I enjoy the challenge of trying to better my game.  I also like the fact that it’s something that Richard and I enjoy doing together.

We’re very fortunate to live down the street from a lovely nine hole course. We can jump on our golf cart here at home and drive it down the street and across the course to the first tee box all in a matter of five minutes.  Now that’s a definite advantage to living in a small town!

Golf is also very affordable here.  In fact, our annual membership, which allows us unlimited golf for the entire season, would probably only pay for two or three rounds in Japan.  That’s just one of the reasons that we didn’t golf there though. As much as we love the game, there were so many other interesting things to see and do and our time there was limited.  

The course has undergone a few changes since we were last out. Several old and dying trees have been removed and a new sand trap has appeared behind the sixth green.  That will definitely add a new challenge to our game.  I managed to avoid it today but Richard wasn’t as fortunate and I’m sure my turn will come.  After all, we’ll be spending lots of time on the course this year.

We’re usually golfing by the third week of April. Spring has been late arriving this year but we were anticipating the course opening today. Unfortunately, however, we had a late April snowstorm yesterday and once again, everything is buried beneath a layer of snow!

Though I haven’t golfed since the course closed at the end of the 2007 season and I’m very anxious to swing a club again, of much greater concern is the fact that the local farmers need to begin planting their grain crops soon. Spring work usually begins by the first week of May but, even though the latest snow will melt away quickly, the ground is much too cold for them to consider starting for awhile yet. The growing season is very short so hopefully we’ll see a major turnaround in the weather soon. Then I’ll either be out on a tractor or the golf course!

I think the people who name paint colours must be the same ones who name blue jean styles (see Fashion frustration – April 9).  According to the paint chip, I spent the past day and a half painting our kitchen and livingroom Moonslice.  In my mind, Moonslice would be a shimmery silver but that’s not even close.  It’s actually a very light yellow.  Personally, I think Buttercream would be a better name.  Depending on the light and the time of day, it sometimes look like a warm cream and sometimes a light sunshiny yellow.

The paint job wasn’t a dramatic change.  In fact, I simply gave the rooms a fresh and slightly lighter coat of the same colour that was already there.  My original plan had been to use some paint left over from the last time they were painted  but unfortunately, when I opened the first can, it was obvious that it had deteriorated over time and the colour was no longer Moonslice.  Putrid would be more accurate so off I went to the paint store for a fresh supply!

I actually enjoy painting.  It’s peaceful and seeing the fresh untouched surfaces when I’m done gives me a sense of accomplishment.  What I don’t like is getting ready to paint.  First came washing the walls with TSP and then rinsing them.  That was followed by filling holes, sanding, more filling and more sanding and then, finally, priming.  After living in the house for 28 years and raising a family in it, it definitely has a lived in look and the walls are no longer pristine.  As I painted, I recalled the chart that used to be penciled on one of the kitchen walls recording the heights of three growing children.  I also remembered rushing one of them to the doctor for stitches when his head met one of the corners a little too forcefully!

Now that the painting is finished, it’s time to decide which pictures and ornaments will go back in their old familiar places, which ones will be moved and which will disappear altogether to make way for the mementos that came home from Japan with us.

I started teaching Sunday School again the first Sunday that we were back in Sedgewick. The children in my class are in grades 1 and 2. Last week, on Easter Sunday, we talked about our treasures. Each child drew a picture of something that they treasure and then told us what it was and why it’s special to them. One little boy drew a dinosaur tooth from the gift shop at the Royal Tyrrell Museum in Drumheller. A little girl chose a doll given to her by her grandmother. After each of the children had taken a turn, one of them asked me what my treasure is. Without hesitation, I told them that my treasures are my grandsons, Andrew and Ayumu.

Biologically, I have only one grandson (not counting the unborn grandchild whose gender is not yet known) but in my heart, I have two. Andrew was born to our daughter and her husband on May 1st of last year. We’ll soon be joining them to celebrate his first birthday. Ayumu was born in Japan on the 14th of June. How he became my grandson is a story that thrills my heart.

Like many church-goers, we are creatures of habit and we tend to sit in the same part of the church every week. In Japan, we sat on the right hand side of the sanctuary every Sunday but one. On about the third Sunday that we were there, an usher directed us toward the left side and I ended up sitting next to a young woman who was clearly pregnant. I don’t believe in coincidences. I truly believe that we were where we were for a reason as it was in that spot that an amazing relationship began. Seiko and I began to talk. I learned that she was due at the same time as our daughter, Melaina, and that like Melaina, she was also carrying a boy. I told her that as I watched her baby grow, I’d be able to imagine my grandson and the stages that he would be going through. After knowing me for only a few minutes, Seiko told me that her son would be my Japanese grandson and that is truly what he has become. The first time she put him in my arms, she called me Granma!

Though the due dates were the same, the boys were born 6 weeks apart. Andrew, also known as Drew, arrived early and Ayumu, or Amu-chan, came late. This seems to have been a precursor to their personalities which are also quite different. Andrew has never seemed content to be a baby. Climbing and walking at an early age and insisting on feeding himself long before he was really able to, he is a strong willed little character who is determined to challenge his physical world. Amu-chan, on the other hand, is a gentle spirit. He loves to sing along when Seiko sings and her father says that his long fingers were made for playing the cello just like his mother and grandfather.

During his early months, we knew Andrew only through photos, videos and Melaina’s regular reports. He was almost 11 months old when we finally met in person. I worried that he might be shy with us but Melaina had shown him our pictures and he had heard our voices when we talked with her. Amazingly, when we met, it was as if he already knew us. Now it is Amu-chan whose progress we must follow from a distance. I hope that he, too, will know us when we meet again. It is also my heart’s desire that our two treasures might someday meet one another!

Andrew

Amu-chan