Tuesday, July 22, 2008


Six Unspectacular Quirks

Portrait of the Artist has tagged me. I generally don't play along, but this one intrigues me, so here goes...
1. Link the person(s) who tagged me
2. Mention the rules on my blog
3. Tell about six unspectacular quirks of mine
4. Tag six fellow bloggers by linking them
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged

Without any further ado, here are six of my unspectacular quirks:

1. I can sleep almost anywhere. All I need is a power nap and I'm good to go again, for a while. I started the habit in Church History class in Seminary.

2. I like going to Church. I fine it uplifting, challenging, and rewarding. A taste of Heaven.

3. I like to sing, especially Southern Gospel, but I can't sing. So nobody wants to sit beside me in Church.

4. I am a slow reader... 20 pages an hour, 15 if it's heavy Theology. Maybe if I read more fiction...

5. I often wake up after five hours of sleep. That's usually when I'm the most creative. Maybe someday soon I'll finish my autobiography.

6. I collect toy tractors. I have over 50 of them. They hold memories of when I operated their full sized counterparts.

Sunday, July 20, 2008


Off To Camp

This is in front of the Dining Hall at Deer Valley Meadows. There are several other buildings that make up this rather large camp. It it the Church of God's camp. We were there yesterday for two purposes. One was to see Thomas off to his first week at camp. Here he is with his friend Josh, getting their bags out of the car. (Josh is Deb's, Suzanne's maid or honor, son.)

They were soon registered and headed off to their cabin. It was locked and they had to wait for their counsellor to come.

Yes that is a broom in Thomas's hand. He and Josh each got a teddy bear when they registered. Pray that they have a great week at camp in every way.

This is the lodge building where they registered.

From the dining hall you can look down into the Red Deer River valley. When this land was first considered for a camp 25 years ago, "Cowboy Preacher Bill" and his wife saw deer cross this meadow while they were praying about it. Hence the camp is named: "Deer Valley Meadows."

Roger and Mikayla enjoyed touring the grounds.

Brian was busy looking after his family.

Afterwords, Colleen and I enjoyed a Southern Gospel concert in honor of the 25th anniversary of Deer Valley Meadows.
One quartet was "Glory Bound" from here in Camrose. Yes, one of them sings bass.

The other quartet was "Potters Clay." They are well known throughout Alberta. Colleen and I saw them last year in Grande Prairie when they were touring with Tim Lovelace. Even with their 15 year old pianist, the quartet's average age is still 54!

Both quartets came together for the last two songs. It was wonderful! They sang "Loving God, Loving Each Other" and then "I've Never Been This Homesick Before." It touch me enough that I cried a little bit.

Saturday, July 19, 2008



Home (hom):

1 one's place of residence

2 the social unit formed by a family living together

3 familiar or usual setting : congenial environment; also : the focus of one's domestic attention:
"home is where the heart is."

4 a place of origin

I've been thinking about this word lately. According to definition 1, we have a former home in Sexsmith. We still possess it and could go back and spend the night there if we wanted to.

Then we have agreed to purchase another home but we can't live there until we take possession of it in a few days (exciting). It's been so long since we were in it I forget a lot of what it is like.

Our present home is here at Suzanne and Brian's. Although we are enjoying it, we know its only temporary.

Actually, this home fits definition 2 a lot better. This social unit consists of two grandparents, two parents, and three grand-children. It has been a precious couple of months under the same roof. But I'll still be glad when Colleen and I get our own house. We want it to be a second home for our kids and grandkids.

According to definition 3, Camrose is home. When we first moved back here, I had two men tell me: "Welcome home." It does feel like home and we often bump into people we know from when we lived here before, or folk from other areas too.

But we are about an hour or so away from where I grew up (definition 4). It's nice to be close to my roots too. We don't get back there a lot but we can whenever we want to.

But all of this has gotten me thinking about another home. The older I get the more precious it becomes because it is getting nearer. I'm in no rush to get there, but I am looking forward to my permanent home. My parents are there. People whom I helped direct there will be there. And many other family and friends will be there too. But best of all, Jesus will be there and it will last forever. "So shall we ever be with the Lord." Home!

Thursday, July 17, 2008


Thursday Night Football

This evening Mikayla decided to play some football with Roger. Here's a recap of tonight's game." What is this thing? It looks more like a basketball too me."
"If I try hard I might even be able to pick it up. Now look at that. I Did it!"

"Lets see what else I can do with it. Should I kick it? No, that's soccer and this is football, North American style!"

And he makes a break for it. He's got the ball. The defense is caught off guard. He's in the clear...he's going...going...gone. Touchdown! And Roger wins the game.

"So much for all that fun. Now I really must get back to work and fix this lawn mower for Dad!"

Tuesday, July 01, 2008


How We Celebrated Canada Day

Thomas is packed and ready to go to Grandma Dumont's house. It is near Mayerthorp (almost half-way back to Grande Prairie. The kids are buckled in and Mom and Dad are at the controls.

We had a great day and overnight at Bert and Betty's home. We enjoyed their hospitality, their hot top, their cooking and their sixty odd outdoor lights in their two acre yard.

Colleen and I returned early. She had to work the later shift at Wal-Mart. I went to the Camrose Museum. This is a replica of the first house in Camrose. The original was built is 1893.

The old schoolhouse reminded me of the one where I attended VBS when I was 4. Take note of the rules the teachers had to follow, especially the last one.

When the rest of the family returned, we went to Boston Pizza for supper. then we celebrated Suzanne's **th birthday with a Dairy Queen Cake.

We also drove past our new home just to remind ourselves that, yes, we do have a home which we will be occupying soon.
At 10:30 p.m. Colleen was off work so we when and watched the fireworks, not far from our homes.
Thank you Lord for a wonderful family, an enjoyable 4 day weekend, and a nice home soon.

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