Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
Then Trail Appliances showed up with the long awaited stove! The bottom drawer didn't fit right but the delivery guy managed to fix it.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
We sang this morning in worship - " Today I choose, to follow you..." "...as for me and my house, we will praise you".
Our deep desire that our family, not just this generation or the next, but for all time will find the purpose, direction and deep satisfaction we have found in following Jesus. We can't choose for anyone but ourselves, but we can influence, pray for, and encourage.
I want to live with purpose. That's why I left the Ontario Government in 1981 and Wendy Bell Canada. Our calling to ministry still drives us, still provides purpose in our lives.
We only get to live once and as we age we realize just how quickly those few years go by.
Today I choose! To live with purpose.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
What else is happening? Well...
We are home - that's good.
Wendy found a skirt to go with her fancy top she bought for one of the weddings.
The Stanley Cup finals are on - finally! Who to cheer for?
My tulips are up in the front of the house finally.
Tickets have been bought for flights to Whitehorse, Winnipeg and Iqaluit.
This was the day Steve and Ashley got married - who's next?
The wiring on the van (for the trailer) isn't right - I can put the brakes on without touching the brake peddle.
This morning was fun being with Philip and Amanda for a while!
We had lunch (unplanned) with Jason and Susan - we stumbled on them at "Wendy's".
Being a family of 6 is great !!
Thursday, May 22, 2008
My Dad use to say that his Dad said "the good ol' days weren't that great". Sr. Major Arthur Waters is buried in Memorial Gardens north of Kingston Ontario (right off Hwy 15). I wish I had known him better, but he died when I was 10 years of age and we lived away from him most of those years. That's my grandparents with my Dad in the photo...
Grandpa spent many years in the Kingston area and served in the prisons, courts, and university. Recently my dear mother passed on some photos and newspaper clippings (she's lightening her load - getting ready for The Home I suppose) and I've scanned them to create digital records.
Of further interest to me was that when we arrived in Calgary in 2000 one of the students that he was partriach for at Queen's University was just retiring, and having heard my name linked with The Salvation Army contacted me. He was able to give me further details regarding my grandfather.
I've listed the clippings in this order; his farewell from Hamilton (Argyle Citadel to Camp Petawawa (see the final note that Kenneth Rawlins is appointed to assist) and then his retirement from TSA in Kingston, and then the subsequent appointment to the courts in retirement by the Provincial Government.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Our first day at Pine Lake was a staff day with the PRD staff from Calgary joining us, and of course the team from Edmonton. Our first task was to divide into teams and build the highest tower with spaghetti (uncooked of course) and marshallows. That's not as easy as you might think...our team came in second with 42 inches in height. The winner made it to 49 inches. We were also sent on a digital camera scavenger hunt.
The second day was business with the DEB and to our surprise we made it home early. An extra night in our bed is the reward for good work I suppose.
Yesterday, while it was dry, I did wander into the wooded section of the camp and along the waterfront to get these photos:
Monday, May 19, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Email from Wendy: "are you joining us for supper?"
"As soon as I can get the van back!"
And what great work did I need done - a hitch installed with the brake controller.
Dear Mr. CT,
I do appreciate your hard working mechanic who did finish the job, and made every effort to make sure the work was good...but 10 hours? Really? And by the way since I paid the book rate I think you actually lost money on this deal too!
A little tired of waiting
At least we will be ready for this coming weekend and camping at Lesser Slave Lake!
Monday, May 12, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
My life is divided into three parts...so far....I would label them: 1. The pre-sister era, 2. the sister era, 3. the Wendy era.
In regard to the pre-sister era which lasted 10 years I would have to confess that I was spoiled rotten! Ahhh, those were good days. I was the apple of my mother's eye - she looked after my every need and I relished in the attention. Life was good and I was at the centre of the universe.
Then came my two sisters (20 months apart) and life changed. I was thrown to the wolves!
I thought on this mother's day 2008 which marks the 100th year of this celebration I would reflect on this first era of my life. In paticular I recall the days when we lived in Orillia. We lived some way from The Army and with Dad on the road so much the two of us did many things together. What remains in my memory as one of greatest times of enjoyment was Sunday evenings. Mom got, with green stamps (remember them?) TV trays. Sunday evenings we would have TV dinners (something new in those days) while we watched on the B&W TV our favourite programs. They were: Sir Francis Drake, Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom and Walt Disney.
Sometime in the night, certainly after I was alseep Dad would arrive home and in the morning their would be a new Dinky Toy (a small metal car) as a treat from Dad in his journeys.
Those were great days. It wasn't just the closeness of our small family or the fact that I was an only child - in fact I prayed almost nightly for a brother or sister. What was of significant impact was the spiritual example of my Mom.
So today when I stand in the pulpit, or lead a family through grief, when I sit around a table representing my ministry units I do so as a direct result of my Mom's spiritual and emotional example. For that I shall be eternally grateful.
Life in North America might be radically different from the days of Disney on B&W TV but the role my Mom plays is still one of care, love and encouragment.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
The theory of democracy is that we all have equal opportunity. The facts are different. Before John Diefenbaker became prime minister, no woman had served in the cabinet of Canada. Nor had any Canadian whose origins were other than English or French. Status Indians - our "first citizens" - were denied the right to vote.
So as the weekend enfolds it will be with an eye on his heritage. Ahh...didn't he also cancel a project that was building planes or something? Seems I remember something about jobs going south.