As is often our tradition, we do a hike on Thanksgiving Day weekend. Today we went to Foley Mountain Park in Westport, ON. The air was fresh, the sky was blue, and the trees were just beginning to colour. It was an afternoon of blessing and goodness. Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone!
Today, in a moody late winter day, we have had ice and overcast skies, puddles of melting snow and brilliant sun. But for our little town of 1000, it has been a tragic day. Blair's Barbershop has burned to the ground. The people above the shop have lost their home. While the details will come … Continue reading Give Thanks- Always
I wrote this to my husband, who travels extensively for work. We met for dinner at a restaurant, as he was going through town on his way from Point A to Point B. I noticed him watching me a lot as we ate, but he did not say what he was thinking. So I asked … Continue reading Poem to the One I Love
My father grew up in the Netherlands, and as a young boy was impressed by the pipe organ he heard in church. That impression never left him. Organs became his hobby, and my childhood was full of organ music. I remember Dad reading the Diapason magazine, studying it, really, as my brothers played with Lego … Continue reading John’s Positive Pipe Organ
It was a beautiful spring day in Nova Scotia. The grass was turning green, the sky was blue, and birds were singing everywhere. We were in the picturesque province for a funeral, and a bit of a mini-vacation with family. Being on the go, one night we decided to order pizza from Luigi's- the yummiest … Continue reading Knives, Nonsense, and New Life
My father-in-law is in the hospital. He has multiple medical concerns, perhaps the greatest being the state of his lungs after a lifetime of cigarettes. But the most disconcerting thing is his dementia and decay of mind. A dedicated farmer, "Opa" began his life in Friesland (northern Netherlands). He has always claimed that he started … Continue reading Tissues & Tears
I remember as a child watching a tall office building burn down. I remember the hook and ladder truck reaching for the top and looking so thin and flimsy next to the raging inferno. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. Another time in my childhood, the hay barn of a neighbour burned to … Continue reading Fire!
I love this post from Harper Faulkner about what compels this writer to write- love the conviction, the passion, the modesty, and the gratitude. I hope you enjoyed it too. Maybe we should all have a little Anne Frank near our computers...
I've said it before, and I'll say it again, for me, the number one reason to believe in God is the incredible beauty of nature around us. The diversity, the adaptability, the complexity make me marvel, especially in light of the poor care we humans have often shown for the earth. I love nature! I … Continue reading Sky Beauty
From the outside, my childhood may appear to have been quiet, boring even. Born to Dutch immigrant parents, I went to church every Sunday (sometimes twice), and often during the week for other programs or events. The Calvinistic work ethic was alive and well in our home, and money was handled frugally. But that doesn't … Continue reading Eating Stale Cookies and Other Fun