Saturday, June 30, 2007
I was in the middle of a garden shop when the first torrent of rain came. I went to stand under the eaves to wait it out . . .and I waited for sometime realizing that I could knit a sweater or two by the time it would end.
Finally I decided to make a run for the car in my flip flops shorts and T shirt. I came home to find Terry waiting with the bark mulch. " I have nothing" I said. He put the bark mulch on and I'll scrape and plant later, if the mood comes upon me to venture out to hunt late season annuals once more.
Later we ran out for some Chinese Food, took a quick trip to the mall and when we came around the bend back to the farm, we were treated to such a beautiful rainbow. It was huge. The colors were so vibrant. I was just in awe.
How can I not think of God's promises with a sight like that? His mercies are new every morning.
Have a wonderful day, I'm off to clean house.
Friday, June 29, 2007
My own Dad's experience was different still in the fact that his mother died shortly after his birth and he was the youngest of ten children. His Uncle and Aunt asked to adopt him and bring him across to Canada. Again, I am amazed by God's hand. This morning I reread that part of his story and I was once again reminded why he had such a deep faith in his Saviour.
He was the only one from his family that came to Canada. One sibling immigrated to Brazil. The rest that survived stay in Russia. Eventually, and in the last decade two of his siblings, one brother and one sister moved to Germany with their families.
My Parents had the joy of travelling to Germany to meet his family in the early 90's.
The reunion in heaven that met my Dad upon his passing from this earth must have been fantastic. I just can't imagine.
My Mom remembered the time on the ship coming across the Atlantic Ocean. She wrote her account of it and again . . .I was just amazed.
The families were so poor when they arrived, and yet there was such joy in the freedom that they had longed for.
Sometimes it has been intriguing to me to listen to various groups discussing the policies on allowing immigrants into our country. Those of us who are one or two generations into this country seem to have acquired an opinion on this as though we own this land, it's been ours for a long time after all. How long? Not nearly as long as the Mennonites had been in Russia, and yet when push came to shove they found that the three hundred or so years that they lived in that vast land, really was nothing, and they were considered new comers. Yet here we are, many of us considering ourselves to be quite deeply planted in this wonderful land and my family only arrived in the 1920's.
This time that I have spent pondering my heritage has once again made me so thankful for the land that allowed my family entrance when their seemed no safe place to go.
In the last few days, I've perused the Internet for Canadian trivia quizzes and interesting facts and that sort of thing to post for Canada Day. In the end I decided against doing that since if I can find it . . .well then so can you.
On Sunday, I will post my tribute to Canada.
Have a wonderful day my friends, I'm off to seek out some red and white flowers at the garden store.
(the postcards posted today are more from my Grandmothers collection of vintage postcards)
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
1 cup whipping cream
1 tsp. salt
3/4 tsp. baking powder
3 cups of flour
Mix these ingredients together and knead into a ball.
Wrap the dough up and refrigerate it for a few hours.
Letting it sit makes it so much easier to roll out.
Rolling it thin, makes a crisper roll kuchen and leaving it a bit thicker makes for a softer roll kuchen. No doubt you'll be making them a few times in summer, so you can experiment on how you prefer them.
Because the dough is rich, its very easy to work with. No sticking problems.
Cut the dough into about 3 -4 long strips and then cut across to make rectangular shapes.
Cut 2 slits in the middle of each so that they don't become one big balloon in the hot fat.
Heat some fat up in a large pot. I use Canola Oil. When the fat has little bubbles coming to the surface, it is likely hot enough, but put in a small piece of dough to test it. I know there are tricks for this but for the life of me I can't think of one of them. Ladies, help me out here.
Also, there are as many different recipes for this as there are Mennonite women. I'd love to know what your recipe ingredients and amounts are. Please let us know your tricks.
I'd love to improve on my attempts.
Eat as many as satisfies. I have no idea how many I ate today but somewhere along the line, I got out the Rogers golden syrup and started to dip the roll kuchen in that . .(for dessert).
So, tell me, how do you eat your roll kuchen. (rolled cookies) Is that the right translation? Tell me if its not . . .please so that I can correct that sooner rather than later.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
So, there I sit, with my favorite baby, my doll buggy that I was rarely with out. My diaper bag that had a string for a handle.
I can still remember my brother Rich taking that picture. The other picture was forgotten . ..or was it?
Oddly, the two pictures were side by side in the photo album from then on. Perhaps even my mom had hoped that I would see the humor in my own reflection.
You'll be glad to know, that as I looked at the pictures today, I did think it was quite humorous indeed.
Well, I'm off for my 30 minute walk,
enjoy your day.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Watching and waiting, looking above, Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.
Fanny J Crosby, 1820 - 1915
This is one of my favorite hymns. There is really nothing like the peace that comes from above.
I woke up early this morning with my heart overwhelmed by God's love.
There is no place I'd rather be . . . .
I do hope your Sunday will be filled with joy and peace.
If it's not, I pray that someone will come along side of you today and show you love.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Helmut, gloves . . .now we just have to work on long pants and a long sleeved shirt.
It's an improvement.
His facial expression which I did not quite capture was . . .of course I'm not going to hurt myself on this thing.
I always felt like we had dodged the bullet when the boys were younger, they constantly were trying to put together a go cart or something of that nature but never really succeeded in the real deal.
I do hope they have a great time on their machines of choice.
Have a great weekend, I'm off to clean house.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Wedding Day in Glenbush Saskatchewan
I was too excited to go back to sleep, trying hard to lay still so I would not awaken Mary. I was wondering about how did they decorate the church, would it be ready? The choir and the young people had volunteered to do this for us, and we were not to come and peek.
Finally everyone was awake and excitement increased. Everyone was buzzing around, chores still had to be done, and dinner to get started. My dear Aron come in the morning and we did not go to church today (it was a Sunday). We had a little time to reflect on the past - how the Lord lead us in such a wonderful way, and from now on we could share life together, no more curfews, what joy filled our hearts. Just to know also that God has said - "Never will I leave you, never will I forsake you" Hebrews 13:5. We wanted our lives to shine for Jesus.
Soon the guests started to arrive for the dinner meal of Plumi Moos and potato salad and I do not remember what kind of meat, but ,more than likely it was ham. Our guests were Mr. and Mrs. Nick Pauls, Mr. and Mrs. David Epp fromSilberfeld, Mr. and Mrs. Andres Aron's parents and a teacher that was boarding with them. I don't know how long it took us all to eat, but that was beside the point at this time. When everyone was finished eating it was time for me to get dressed up.
It was Aron's mother that helped me. I remember Grandpa had to leave his room and that's where I was getting all prettied up. My heart was racing and I almost felt like crying. I was so excited. Finally I was ready and came out to meet my waiting bridegroom. Finally the people started leaving for church and less commotion and we were expecting our wedding car to arrive soon. Aron had asked Mr. Klassen if we could use their car - the nicest one around. Of course he gave permission and it was Abe that came to pick us up. They had to decorate it a little bit first - I can't remember who came with him, was it his sister Tina or else it seems to me that it was Gladys Harms, his girlfriend. We finally were all set to go, and for some reason it was decided we must be 5 minutes late, so everyone would be ready and expecting us. So, it was, when we arrived at the church we were surprised to see so many cars there never mind the buggies.
The church was filled to capacity and waiting. We had no attendants, we walked in arm and arm. When we were ready our pianist palyed "Saviour Like a Shepherd Lead us" and we walked down the aisel to our awaiting chairs beneath a bower of wild roses - it was so beautiful. The young people had done such a wonderful job. It paid to sit down for wedding ceremonies in those days. We had three messages.
She also mentions that their good camera had not cooperated and so the pictures of the wedding were actually taken later. There was a reception after the wedding but they had no sweets except for the wedding cake. There was a war on and the rations were in effect.
After the wedding they went home to do chores again and then went back to the church to pick up their gifts.
Amazing . .. such a simple wedding and yet they were happy.
She wrote these words as part of her life story finishing it less than a year before she passed away. What a gift to all of us.
(this picture was taken at their 50th wedding anniversary)
As I'm writing this in the background the group Chicago is playing the song "You're my inspiration". It seems so fitting. I'm choking up when I think of how much you loved one another. Mom and Dad you often have been my inspiration. You were such a wonderful example to us kids.
You did the best you knew how. The best gift you gave us is loving one another. What a fantastic heritage I have.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Later that evening he knocked on the door and when I came to see what he was knocking on the door for, he presented me with the first raspberries of the season. Sweet.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
One of the items that I wished for when it came time to dismantle the family home after my parents passed away was this picture. My mom had embroidered it with love while awaiting the birth of her first child. I wondered when I was awaiting my first child if it would be passed on to me . .but it wasn't. She reframed it herself and once again hung it above the crib for her grandchildren. Now I've once again reframed it and it hangs in the room that will be for our grandchildren to lay their sleepy heads.
Someday it will be passed on to my children when they await their first grandchildren.
Some time ago, we were given this old dresser by friends that had no use for it. I never say no to an old dresser.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
What this dying world could use is a willing Man of God Who dares to go against the grain and works without applause; A man who'll raise the shield of Faith, protecting what is pure;Whose love is tough and gentle; a man whose word is sure.
God doesn't need an Orator who knows what just to say;He doesn't need authorities to reason Him away;He doesn't need an army to guarantee a win;He just needs a Few Good Men. Men full of Compassion, who Laugh and Love and Cry- Men who'll face Eternity and aren't afraid to die- Men who'll fight for Freedom and Honor once again- He just needs a Few Good Men.
He calls the broken derelict whose life has been renewed; He calls the one who has the strength to stand up for the Truth. Enlistment lines are open and He wants you to come in- He just needs a Few Good Men.Men full of Compassion, who Laugh and Love and Cry- Men who'll face Eternity and aren't afraid to die- Men who'll fight for Freedom and Honor once again- He just needs a Few Good Men.
Men full of Compassion, who Laugh and Love and Cry- Men who'll face Eternity and aren't afraid to die- Men who'll fight for Freedom and Honor once again- He just needs a Few Good Men.
(lyrics from a Gaither Vocal Band Song)
This weekend we had a male quartet sing this song and I just thought that the words were so powerful.
They both have a dad and a dad by love who are committed to family. All three of these dads did their best to raise children who have become pretty terrific kids. I want to tell these three men, that they did a good job.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
I was asking Terry if he was going to spruce up the old dog house just a speck. The entire time we were discussing it Indee was busy working on a piece of plywood.