daily life as life goes on . . .

In the past, my wife and I have taken short walks around our neighbourhood.

The walks are only a few blocks.  Just enough to stretch at the end of the day.

On Monday, our daughter and her son joined us.  We ambled past some acquaintances who have ducks.  Christopher loved seeing the "quack, quacks".  Then there was another child who was out on his tricycle with his father.

Tuesday we rounded the block with Bob and Brenda added to the group.  Brenda is my wife’s sister — Bob is her husband.  We saw the ducks once again. And chatted.

Today the six of us are around once again.  We’ll chat once again, and probably walk and seek out some sights.  Tomorrow I’m back to work after a few days of holidays.

Where do the days go?  

The CD I have often talked about is here, and Wayne Gibson has a web presence at "My Space".  You can find some of his music and info on Wayne at  www.myspace.com/waynegibsonmusic.  Check it out!  If you want to get ahold of his CD, let me know!

Our daughter, Allison, and her son, Christopher, are here visiting.  Alli is a pianist who grew up enjoying her music.  She’s passing it on to her son!!

My uncle Jim helped doing seeding for my father in 1952. 

The harvest had been late in 1951, and dad and mom got married November 3rd of that year — waited until as much of the harvest was over — then popped over to the parsonage and got married.

When the spring came, dad needed to do seeding but there was still a harvest sitting in the fields.  They coaxed Uncle Jim to come out and seed while dad harvested.  All of this happened in the spring — on acres of land just outside Kindersley.

Today, Uncle Jim returned.  To the farmstead.  To a place he hadn’t seen in 55 years.  To a place his memory cherished awaiting the day of his returning.

The original house has been replaced, the stone barn torn down and new trees have been planted.  But the contour of the land remains the same.  The feel of the air fills your lungs — just like it would have five and a half decades ago.

And a dream is fulfilled!