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Leaving a Legacy of Love
One advantage about living in a community for fifty years is that in the same way you watch your children grow up, you can watch your town grow up too.
One advantage about living in a community for fifty years is that in the same way you watch your children grow up, you can watch your town grow up too.
Being part of the RCAF family for ten years, the experiences were varied, but I think the best three years were spent in Zweibrucken, Germany. […]
Yes, I do confess…I do read other people’s mail…well, other people’s blogs and one by Matthew Ruttan quoted Jim Wallis’s story about someone saving people […]
I hang my coat in the vestibule, shake hands with the church greeter and head to my usual pew. The cross has been draped with […]
The garbage at the condo goes into a large bin just a bit south of my unit. It is a short walk and one I don’t mind at all as long as our prairie winds aren’t blowing 50 clicks.
I can’t recall the book or the story, but somewhere I read about a rather ugly tiny baby, who would certainly not have made received […]
In the love story,”The Promise” by Richard Paul Evans, Ross confess that Eliana has become his meridian…that he measures his time by the moments he […]
Carefully, I lift the grey cardboard box from the shelf and climb up the stairs. Sitting around the living room are my “Bible Study Ladies”…the […]
I squeeze the toothpaste tube once, then again. Yes, there is still a bit left in it and I laugh as I recall myself doing […]
No, this is not a story about sewing, but rather about the buttons of life. I never thought about it in that way until I had a visit from my grandson Mike.
The other day I walked into the meeting room at the church and began to rearrange some of the tables…they were not lined up perfectly and nothing bothers me more than things all askew.
Like most of you, I hate admitting I am wrong…I had to apologize twice today to the same person.
Yesterday I sat in the living room and watched as my two daughters chattered away. I really felt I was invisible.
No, this is not one of those stories about an awful dream you had about shopping at your local grocery store in your all together. This is a story about story-tellers.
The gift box sat under the Christmas tree. I knew it was an amaryllis but there was a memory attached that just would not surface. […]
Although I have no fear of public speaking, I have a dreadful fear of winter’s icy roads. Northern Alberta was probably not the best choice of residence and yet I have been here since 1961.
That first kiss, that “First place” at the Music Festival, that first baby…so many “firsts” in your life. This adventure of life if full of “firsts”…some wonderful and some woeful.
I recall several Christmases when I was a child. One was nearly a nightmare. On Boxing Day my mother decided to place parts of the […]
It is nearly Christmas and the winter sun blazes into the living room window. It doesn’t contain much heat but it is so low in the south that it hits you right in the eye and it is bright!