Wednesday, November 17, 2010

November 16: Wallace Armstrong

Yes, I realize that today is the 17th but yesterday brought back memories of 15 years ago...

It was a typical Alberta November day; overcast, cool, threat of snow. The JD Salesman ( then the JD Farmer:) ) and I decided to take a drive to the city. His Dad and Mom were there having traveled from small town BC to the Foothills hospital. Dad was having more problems with his heart and this was the closest place for treatment.

We went expecting to have a good visit with both of them as they waited for possible surgery. But when we arrived we found Mom sitting alone. Dad was in surgery that day for bypass surgery. So we visited, met people who were also waiting and Mom comforted and prayed with a lady whose husband was also in surgery. The afternoon became long. I was uneasy. Then the doctor came looking for Olive Armstrong. He told her they were having problems, Dad was not breathing on his own. The strength and calm of my mother-in-law is something I will always remember. The doctor said they would try again. Mom said that he wouldn't want to be an invalid, to have half a life. She said she trusted God for him. There was no drama. Just calm.
I have no idea how long it was until the doctor returned and said "I am sorry. We did all we could."

Mom and her eldest son went to see the shell that was once a husband, a father, a grandfather. I will never forget the loud sob that tore through my husband......

In church the following Sunday we sang the song "My Jesus I Love Thee". Later that day Mom said that the line about "death-dew lies cold on my brow" is true. She saw it. She felt it.

Dad was a kind good man who believed he was a child of God not because of anything he could do but because of the grace of God. He lived his life holding to his beliefs and principles of obedience to God. His generosity touched so many lives and Mom told us that when he said he thought they should give to someone she always agreed having learned that Dad heard God when there was a need that should be met.

He never quite recovered from the grief of the accident that took the life of his oldest daughter and her oldest son ten years earlier. Something died inside and he was never quite the same. And yet, a softness moved in, emotions were acknowledged and hugs were accepted more readily.

To me it was a tribute to a good man when our youngest grandson was named Beck Wallace.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Words of Wisdom

Well, I should qualify that..... Words from Maxine.....

"be who you are and say what you feel, because those that matter, don't mind and those that mind, don't matter".

I am a strong supporter of Maxine-isms ........ hey it IS Monday isn't it!

Sunday, November 7, 2010

It's a small world

Yes, it's a small world after all and I am not referring to the Disney song!

We were invited to a birthday party this afternoon, the connection being the man's interest in flying. Now pilots have a culture of their own and one of their events is to attend "fly-in breakfasts". This is where the JD Salesman and the honored Birthday gentleman met. So the next time we hosted a breakfast this Birthday gentleman was invited and was a faithful attender there after.

So that sets the stage for the story I wanted to relate.

I went because I am the wife of the pilot. I have met the family that was honoring their Father but only at these breakfasts where I am busy cooking and not really doing much visiting. So I KNEW that I wouldn't know anyone. I would just be there.......

Well, one of the other guests had gone to university with the honored Guest and we discovered he had relatives who had lived in the community the JD Salesman was raised in. Not only that but this man's parents were a couple that my parents used to talk about! The communities involved are spread over Alberta, Valley Center, Delburne, Lousana, Youngstown. When I asked him about his wife I learned that she had been in grade 2 with me oh so long ago! She had only attended my school for one year and I had always wondered what had happened to her.

So, one never knows who one will meet when one attends a birthday party.

All this seems rather boring as I relate it now. But it truly was fun to connect with Sue. And besides, I can't seem to get to sleep tonight so I thought I would ramble a bit.

The wind is starting to blow and the forecast is for possibilities of flurries or rain. I would sooner have sunshine tomorrow. But, hey, it is November and we haven't had any winter yet! I best not complain!

How does the weather relate to my title? It doesn't but it is waaaay past my bedtime...... and I don't think I can take responsibility for what I might type after 10 p.m.

Thursday, November 4, 2010


I am rather pleased to announce our son's accomplishment. After rejections from various publishers and then much 'blood, sweat and probably tears', Kurt has his first book in publication.

Because of my ineptness with computers I don't know that I have the best picture of it for you but such as it is.....

publisher's website is where you can learn more about it.

Yes, we are pleased and proud.