Our Journey Helping Those In Need Throughout North America
We got back just in time to enjoy some good weather, and then watch all the images of the damage done by the storms which blew through Lake Country and other places. It seems to be the weirdest year for weather! I don’t recall it ever being so “up and down”. I remember when I was a kid, when summer came, we kids would often camp outside overnight in a makeshift tent in our yard, and it really was “SUMMER”. This year we get a hot hot day (so hot you don’t even want to go outdoors) and at night it cools off so much you have to close your window… I love having my windows open in summer - but not this summer!
On our way to Kelowna from Gray Creek, we had to catch the Needles Ferry. It is a very short ferry ride across to the other side. We could have caught the “next” Ferry after we arrived at the landing, but we got side-tracked by an interesting Flea Market just up the hill. We did not find anything we could not live without – until we walked by the freshly baked cinnamon buns! Wow, one would have fed both of us, but there’s no way I was sharing!!! Best cinnamon buns ever!! They were closed on our way back across the Ferry (probably a good thing!)
First stop on our way to British Columbia to visit brother George and his wife Mary in Kelowna, was our granddaughter, Chelsea’s in South Calgary. That was a 9 hour drive, so we had the evening to visit before retiring for the night. First thing the fellows did was to haul out the two kayaks which are to be delivered to our daughter and her family at Gray Creek, B.C. They fit quite nicely into our van and we were happy we could be “of service”. We had a nice visit with our granddaughter Chelsea and her husband Bryan, along with Chelsea’s twin brother, Daniel, who lives with them. He is still “looking” for a significant other…
The “Cowboy Campout” referred to in my last article turned out to be a barbecue and songfest at the “ranch” of one of the members of Rabbit Lake Cowboy Church . By the time they were done barbecuing and setting out “the feast” (no less), we enjoyed some singing and a bit of a message and it was time to go home. I must have conjured up the idea of a “trail ride” in my head - there were horses observing the festivities in the field adjacent to the house and that was as close as we came… It was a very lovely evening.
We became acquainted with Dodie and Sally Ferguson many years ago. They were part of the Gospel Jamborees which we had out at Little Red and Vintage Power Machines, and we will always treasure those wonderful memories! It is difficult to understand why such a vibrant, talented and loving wife and mother should be struck down by such a debilitating disease as rheumatoid arthritis, which Sally suffered from for the past 12 years! She enjoyed her life to the fullest until it was no longer possible to do the things she enjoyed doing. Her loving family and friends paid tribute to her by their vigil at the hospital every moment of the last week she spent there despite the fact that she was not able to acknowledge their presence. Be comforted, Dodie and family, by the many wonderful memories she left with you and the assurance that there is no pain in Heaven!