Lost- Part 2

Hallelujah!  I simply cannot say enough about how nice the people at the Winnipeg passport office were. I told them my sad story and explained about missing family stuff in Leamington and needing to get to Florida on time and the woman who served me was so patient and understanding. Of course I started crying in the middle of it all and she couldn’t have been more diplomatic and helpful.  “If we had your passport ready by noon would you leave immediately?” she asked.  “Absolutely, ” I said.  “We’ll try.” she replied. What a God-send she was! And I mean that literally. 

A big thank you to my friends Hans and Esther who promised to stay by their phones all morning to take the call to be my references. Thanks to my long-suffering husband Dave who acted as my guarantor, got up early to fuel up the car and drove long hours today to make up lost time. Thanks to my son who sent text messages assuring me things would turn out fine. 

Lost

I should be writing this post from Minneapolis where we planned to have supper last night with friends who were also traveling east.  Instead I’m writing it from our condo in Winnipeg. Sunday morning we got up at 5:30 am and were in the car by 6:00 heading down Pembina Highway and out of the city.  “Check for your passport,” my husband Dave said.  It’s a tradition we learned from our favorite Hong Kong cab driver Alex who never set off for the airport till we had both shown him our passports. 

We did the obilgatory check as a formality but lo and behold my passport was not in  the zipped up section of my purse where I’d placed it a couple days ago to be sure I’d have it with me.  I searched all my bags. We stopped at a Tim Hortons, took my bags inside where the light was better and searched again. The passport was nowhere to be found. 

We headed home and checked everywhere in our condo. No passport.  I went back to, or phoned every place I’d been with my purse since placing the passport in it. No one had seen it. There was only one restaurant I’d been to that wasn’t open on Sunday. But I sent e-mails and Facebook messages to the manager after spending hours hunting for her name. No reply.  I went to the police station. No one had turned my passport in.  I must hasten to add that the officer who served me immediately upon my entering the downtown Winnipeg police station could not have been kinder, more sympathetic or helpful. She was great!

I printed up all the paperwork for a new passport application and filled it out yesterday. I went and took passport photos.  So this morning I’ll be at the passport office when it opens hoping I can convince them to speed up my application.  In some cases they will do 24 hour passports. If not we won’t be leaving for ten or twelve days till my new passport arrives and then we’ll be hard pressed to get to Florida on time to catch our flight to Jamaica where a tutoring job awaits us. Our visit to my husband’s family will need to be canceled or postponed. We’ll miss a New Year’s Eve event with family and some of my husband’s old friends and a New Year’s Day celebration with Dave’s cousins and aunts and uncles as well as a chance to visit with my  father-in-law just before his 93rd birthday. I feel really terrible about that. 

I have no idea what happened to my passport. How could it have fallen out of my purse without me noticing it? Did I absent mindedly put it somewhere else? I just don’t know. It’s a mystery. Thankfully I have an understanding husband, a father who listened patiently to my tale of woe on the phone and I am trying to remember that far worse things could have happened. 

In the Bulb There is a Flower

This was one of the two hymns the congregation sang at my mother’s funeral. It was one she particularly loved and I thought it was very appropriate since she and my father spent so much time growing, maintaining and enjoying the beautiful flower gardens around their home. 

The Promise

by Natalie Sleeth

In the bulb there is a flower;
In the seed, an apple tree;
In cocoons, a hidden promise:
Butterflies will soon be free!

In the cold and snow of winter,
There’s a spring that waits to be,
Unrevealed until its season,
Something God alone can see.

There’s a song in every silence,
Seeking word and melody;
There’s a dawn in every darkness,
bringing hope to you and me.

From the past will come the future;
What it holds, a mystery,
Unrevealed until its season,
Something God alone can see.

In our end is our beginning;
In our time, infinity.
In our doubt, there is believing;
In our life, eternity.

In our death, a resurrection;
At the last, a victory
Unrevealed until its season,
Something God alone can see.

Other posts about music at my Mom’s funeral…….

Lord You Have Come To the Lakeshore

God of Eve and God of Mary

Now Thank We All Our God

Let Me Call You Sweetheart

Christmas Is Over

The tree is bare.

Stockings are taken down.

The high chair is empty. 

The playpen is empty. 

Lights are untangled and ready to put away. Card game scoresheets abandoned. Fridge full of leftovers.Gift bags empty. Presents gone from under the tree. Jigsaw puzzles packed up and ready to put away. Recycling bin full of gift wrap. Only two pair of boots instead of seven by the door. Beautiful tablecloth from Ten Thousand Villages on the table. It was a Christmas gift from my son and his family.

First breakfast smoothie made with hand held blender. Christmas gift from my other son and his wife. New bicycle waiting for its maiden voyage when the snow melts. It was a Christmas gift from my husband. Suitcases out ready to be packed for three months in a warmer climate. 

Christmas is over, but it was a good one. 

Other posts about Christmas………

Christmas Day in Hell

Christmas Eve- This Will Be

Christmas Stocking Crisis

A Christmas Day in Hell

When George Bernard Shaw visited the Wai -O- Tapu Thermal Fields in New Zealand in 1934 he said they reminded him of hell. In 2008 we spent Christmas day hiking at the Thermal Fields which had been highly recommended by our friends Hans and Chris Neufeld. Hans had even sent us a lengthy excerpt from the journal he kept during their visit to New Zealand and his thought provoking comments and detailed descriptions guided us from one trail site to another. 

The first thing we did was watch the explosion of the Lady Knox Geyser. Everyday at 10:15 a Wai- O – Tapu staff member puts a little soap powder in the geyser and it erupts. Apparently this first happened nearly a hundred years ago when some inmates from a nearby prison were sent to the pool around the geyser to do the prison laundry. The soap they added to the water caused the geyser to erupt and sent all the prisoners fleeing in terror

As we hiked through the 18 sq. km park colorful signs explained the natural phenomena we were seeing. New Zealand is located right where two of the earth’s tectonic plates meet and they are constantly colliding with one another. This causes all kinds of other-wordly-like scenes- steaming lakes, shooting geyers, bubbling mud pools, colorful waterfalls, sulphuric craters. 

Dave was our hike navigator. He kept checking out the map to be sure we were still heading in the right direction. There were many lakes in the park of various colors. The colors of the lakes and pools depended on the kinds of mineral elements they contained. Dave looks out over Oyster Bay colored green by various ferrous salts and colloidal sulphur.

It was a hot sunny day and after several hours of hiking we decided it was time to leave for Napier. I took a picture of these natural grasses before we left the park. I had seen them growing all over and thought they were lovely. After our visit to hell we drove to Grandvue Country Stay a bed and breakfast near Napier operated by Dianne and Keith Taylor.

Dianne and Keith had run a vegetable and fruit farm for many years but retired to this lovely country property. We arrived on Christmas Day in the afternoon and were warmly welcomed and included in the Christmas family gathering. We were introduced to Dianne and Keith’s children and grandchildren and got to sample all the wonderful Christmas baking people had brought. They even had a gift for us under the tree!

On Christmas Day in the evening Dave and I went for a drive to see the area and came upon the Hawkes Bay Golf Course. We got out of the car to take a look and there was a sign that said golfers were welcome to use the course even if no one was working in the pro shop. They had something they called an Honesty Box. The green fee prices were posted and they requested you put your money in an envelope, write your name on the envelope and stick it into the Honesty Box and then go off and enjoy your round of golf. We decided to golf nine holes. It was a beautiful evening and we had a nice round.

We may have started our Christmas Day in a hellish place but we ended it in a lovely way. 

Other post about New Zealand………….

A Kiwi A Day

Retirement Advice in New Zealand

Taonga Treasures

The Breath of Life

Christmas Eve- This Will Be………

This will be the first Christmas of my life I will spend without my mother. For sixty years she played an important role in how I celebrated the holidays. 

My Mom listens intently while her oldest grandchild reads the Christmas story from the Bible

When I was a child she worked so hard at Christmas. Mom cooked a huge turkey dinner, baked cookies and Christmas cake, decorated the house and sewed new dresses for my sister and me.

Me and my sister in dresses Mom sewed for Christmas. You can see the stockings are hung.

She played piano for the church choir concert, and organ for the Christmas Eve service. She helped us learn our parts for the Christmas program at church and rehearsed the songs we would sing or the piano piece we’d play at my paternal grandparents, where each grandchild had to give a little performance before getting their presents from our grandparents.

Me and my cousins performing for our grandparents

She made sure there were gifts for our stockings, gifts for us to give our cousins and grandparents and gifts for our teachers. She trimmed the tree.

Celebrating Christmas with my mother’s  family in Saskatchewan

She did all the laundry and packing for our biannual trips to Saskatchewan to spend Christmas with her family.

Mom always played the piano for the carols we sang at our family gatherings and over the years she was joined by my brother’s violin, my brother-in-law’s cello, my son’s guitar, my nephew’s clarinet or my niece sitting down at the piano with her for a duet.

Mom playing the piano at Christmas with one grandson on clarinet and another on trombone

It will be strange to have Christmas without Mom who took such delight in the gathering of her family and made Christmas so memorable for all of us.

Christmas twenty years ago-Mom and Dad with their  grandchildren

This will be the third Christmas that we will spend back in Canada after living abroad for six years.  We spent those Christmases in many different places.

Dave on a snowy Christmas Day in Germany

One year we cruised a river in Germany stopping to visit all the Christmas markets. We stood outside a huge cathedral on Christmas Eve and listened to the bells play Silent Night. In 2004 our Christmas was spent in Phuket Thailand, where by a series of fortunate choices we escaped the tsunami that hit the region.

On the beach in Sydney for Christmas

On two consecutive Christmases we went down under, once to New Zealand and the next year to Australia.  We spent one Christmas in Borneo enjoying tropical temperatures, snorkeling and hiking.  Although those holidays were exotic and enjoyable I missed being with our families for Christmas and I’m glad we will be together this year.

This will be the fortieth Christmas of my life that I will spend with my husband Dave. Together we’ve bought a tree, planned gifts for our children, gone shopping for holiday meals and attended numerous Christmas concerts and programs.  We’ve also planned the adventure we’ll embark on immediately after the Christmas season is over.  For the next few months my blog posts will originate from Ontario, Florida, Jamaica, Texas and Mexico.

Mom takes me on a carriage ride the first Christmas of my life

This will be the sixtieth Christmas of my life. I’m looking forward to it.  Merry Christmas to all my blog readers. 

Other Christmas posts………

Make New Friends But Keep the Old

The Magi Got Me Into Trouble

Bits of Christmas

Only A Five Star Hotel for the Holy Family 

A House Built From Grain Elevators

Herschel Saskatchewan was once home to three grain elevators. When the elevators were about to be demolished Herschel resident Dave Neufeld stepped in and arranged to buy the lumber for a nominal fee. He and his wife Sue used the salvaged lumber to build a Retreat House where they host families, conferences, and groups of hunters each year. The house is beautiful. The kitchen area has handmade cabinets and is sunny and warm. 

All that gorgeous wood from the elevators has been reused and recycled.

Elevator salvage was used for studs, sheeting, joints, rafters, floors, ceilings, walls and mouldings. The house has four bedrooms and three bathrooms. This is just one nook in the spacious loft. There’s a huge sunny porch for eating. This building in the back yard houses a hot tub. David has made several interesting items using wood that has been shaped and formed by the movement of the grain in the elevators. This is a cross and he’s also made a clock. A sign on the mantle at the retreat center said it was built because of the need to……
*reuse and recycle
*rescue elevator lumber which was destined to be burned
*show local citizens you don’t have to take all your money out of the community when you retire because there are ways to invest in your community
*provide accommodation for visitors
*establish a quiet center for retreat
* bring people into the community during a time when many are leaving

Other posts about our visit to Herschel Saskatchewan

What Am I Doing On A Birthing Stone?

Dave’s Vision Quest

How a Great Plains Grizzly ended up in Scotland

What’s a Buffalo Jump?

On the Back of a Turtle

Dinosaurs in Saskatchewan

Discovering A Grandfather Rock

History Told in Pictures

My Grandparents Were At The Regina World Grain Exposition in 1933

When I was helping my Dad go through my mother’s belongings after she died I found this red cup decorated with gold leaf. It was embossed with my mother’s name Dorothy and the date 1933.  My Mom was born in 1925 so I knew she would have been eight years old when she got the glass. Why had she kept it for eighty years? There must have been something special about it. 

I took a photo and sent it to my mother’s older sister in Saskatoon.  My Aunt Viola e-mailed me back promptly. She had a cup just like my mother’s.  It had been a gift from their parents who had driven to Regina in 1933 for the World Grain Exhibition and Conference.

Mom with her siblings in Drake Saskatchewan around the time of the exhibition. I bet they wished they could have gone to the exhibition too. 

The children stayed at home in Drake, Saskatchewan with their grandmother. When their parents returned from the exhibition they had gifts for each child and my mother and aunt got red glass cups embossed with their names. 

I was curious about the exhibition my grandparents had attended and decided to check it out. It was quite the event!

A commemorative stamp was even issued in honour of the exhibition. The international conference took five years to plan and Canadian Prime minister Mackenzie King said it would promote international peace and cooperation. 

A coin commemorating the conference was minted.  The 25,000 posters and 75,000 brochures that were sent out to publicize the event drew visitors from more than twenty countries including Peru, New Zealand, the Philippines, South Africa and France. Although many of the guests were housed in hotels, a tent city accommodating 3,000 visitors was also set up.

A special section of the Regina Leader-Post about the exhibition. Check out the RCMP officer in the centre bottom and the special building erected just for the exhibition. 

More than $200,000 in prize money was offered to whichever contestant grew the best flax, wheat, barley, oats, field peas and corn in special plots that had been set aside just outside the city.  Scientists from many countries presented their agricultural research. 

There was plenty of entertainment as well. A giant midway was brought to Regina in forty rail cars. There was a vaudeville revue from London, a presentation of the opera Aida and shows by Japanese aerial performers.

The exhibition building for the Regina Fair

A special building was erected for the conference that had one and a half miles of exhibition space for  displays about agricultural, science and world events. The building was a major public works project that provided jobs for many unemployed during the Depression.  Unfortunately most of the building burned down in a fire in 1955 and the rest in another fire in 2009.  

My grandparents around the time of the exhibition

My grandparents must have had a good time at the exhibition. I think it’s great they were able to make the trip to participate in this ‘once in a lifetime’ experience where they will have mingled with other people in the agricultural business from around the world.

The fact her parents had attended the exhibition also must have made an impression on my mother since she kept her souvenir of the event for nearly eighty years. 

 

Clippings- #2- Can You Spot the Famous Author?

I am going through old journals and scrapbooks and periodically publishing things I find.

Reach For The Top was a television quiz show for Manitoba high school students. I was on the Steinbach Collegiate Institute team in my senior year along with Reynold Reimer, Leroy Thiessen and Herb Peters. We lost but it was a close game.

My husband Dave Driedger slides into home plate in the Manitoba Senior A Men’s Fastball Championships final game. It was the first run scored in a game his team the Steinbach Stealers went on to win 3-2.  This was in the late 1970’s. 

I was the editor of our high school newspaper the SC Eye my senior year. Here I am with my staff Mavis Barkman, Audrey Barkman, H. K. Friesen ( teacher advisor) Shirley Joy Unger, Phyllis Toews, Delores Hiebert, Barry Orychuk, Debbie Friesen, Duane Fast, Sharon Dyck and Leroy Friesen. Here is my husband Dave (he is number 23 in the front row) with his Steinbach Men’s basketball team. I believe the year is 1978.  There is another Dave in this photo, the award winning Canadian author David Bergen.  He was my husband Dave’s teamate. Dave Bergen is #14 in the second row- second from the left. 

Check out my other post with clippings from our past……..

Clippings #1

A Teetotaler and a Dakota Chief Found A City

On a walk in Saskatoon I passed this statue by artist Hans Holtkamp of John Lake and Chief Whitecap.  They are recognized as the co-founders of the city.John Lake was a Methodist minister from Toronto and a leader in the temperance movement. He came to the area where Saskatoon stands today in 1882 looking for a place where he could establish a ‘dry’ settlement away from the lure of the liquor in Toronto. The first settlers arrived in Saskatoon by traveling to Moose Jaw on the train and the rest of the way by horse-drawn cart. 

Whitecap was a Dakota Sioux First Nation chief who met with John Lake in 1882 and suggested the area he should choose for his colony’s town site.  Whitecap and his people taught Lake and the first settlers how to survive on the prairies. Whitecap also protected the settlement during the 1885 Northwest Rebellion by striking an agreement with the rebellion’s leaders to spare the community if he joined forces with them in Batoche.

Han Holtkamp the artist who created the sculpture said he wanted Whitecap as the dominant figure, gesturing grandly across the South Saskatchewan River saying, “This is my land. I’m showing you this, I’m proud of it.” 

Thanks to the cooperation between two  leaders Saskatoon was founded and is now a city with more than a quarter million people. 

Other posts about Saskatoon……….

Early Morning Walk in Saskatoon

Leaves

What Next in Saskatoon

Pool Project