A Step Back In Time

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We stepped back in time last week when we visited my 96-year-old aunt, Flo. Well, she’s not really my aunt…she’s my aunt’s friend but they lived together since 1937 so she’s a part of the family. My very special Auntie Ag died in 2004 but we try to stay connected with her friend, Flo. My aunt and Flo met at a munitions plant in the 1930’s where they both were working at the time. They became lifelong friends.

Flo still lives in the same house that these two women bought in 1968. It was only a year or two old when they bought it and it was very high-quality construction and workmanship. However, Flo told us the gold living room carpet and draperies were the first on their list to change out. Forty-eight years later the gold, wool carpeting is still there –in remarkably good shape – and the gold, full-length heavy, lined draperies, which cover a wall of windows overlooking a creek running through the backyard, are still hanging.

She recently replaced the original refrigerator because it was making a noise, although it was still working. The original built-in, avocado-green oven and stovetop works and the original vinyl is still covers the kitchen floor.

The living room furniture is mostly original too. My favorites are the two tall gold, glass lamps that adorn each side of the sofa (which I remember the sofa being covered in clear plastic for many years.)

I have always loved going to their home…it holds many happy memories for me.

As we sat in her comfortable living room we asked Flo about the jobs she’s had over the years and for the next hour she told us some very interesting stories. I’d suggest to anyone with a relative or friend over ninety to ask about their work history. It’s revealing. What a delightful afternoon.

As we walk through the door of this wonderful home it seems we take a step back in time for a little while and it feels good. Then awhile later we walk back into the real world again.

Words – the song

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I love the lyrics of “Words” a song  by Hawk Nelson (partial lyrics below).       Words can be very powerful. The old adage “Sticks and stones can break my bones but words will never hurt me” is not true. The words of this song ring true.

Words” by Hawk Nelson

They’ve made me feel like a prisoner
They’ve made me feel set free
They’ve made me feel like a criminal
Made me feel like a king

They’ve lifted my heart
To places I’d never been
And they’ve dragged me down
Back to where I began

Words can build you up
Words can break you down
Start a fire in your heart or
Put it out

Let my words be life
Let my words be truth
I don’t wanna say a word
Unless it points the world back to You {God}

If so inspired, click here to listen to the song in its entirety .

 

 

 

Goats

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On a recent walk on Carleton College campus my friend and I came upon the unique smell of manure, and then we heard the sounds of bleating so we turned and walked towards the sound. We found several goats in a fenced-in area on campus. There was a sign that explained the goat’s presence. It said “Eco Friendly control of invasive brush and unwanted weeds.” It was a fun surprise on a routine walk – and the goats seem happy and are doing a good job!

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Ava Maria

IMG_1589The sun was shining and the sky was  blue the day we went on a three hour boat cruise through the Fjord-du-Saguenay.  Hills with lush shades of greens and rocky cliffs met the Saguenay River forming the lovely fjord.

We voyaged up the river and then turned around. On the way back the boat slowed down and the tour guide pointed out a statue of Mary (35 feet high) on the side of a cliff. The story is this: In the winter of 1878 a salesman who traveled the roads in and around Quebec was crossing the Saguenay when the ice broke and he and his horse and sleigh were pulled beneath the icy water. He was alone and helpless. Knowing he was dying he prayed to the Blessed Virgin Mary to save him. He miraculously survived and knew the Virgin Mary had assisted him. He commissioned this statue to be built to honor her.

The boat idled along  and the song Ava Maria resounded over the loud speaker. It was an unexpected but holy moment.

Here’s the English translation of the Latin prayer Ava Maria:

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and in the hour of our death. Amen.

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Tenting

 

IMG_1638On our recent trip to Canada we camped one night in a city park on our way home to Minnesota. We enjoyed a campfire then crawled into our sleeping bags about 10ish, but since it was the 4th of July weekend fireworks sounded late into the night and we didn’t fall asleep right away. So when we woke up in the morning we were surprised to see a tent in the site next to us. The owner must have pulled in late  and set up the little tent. When I came back from the bathroom a tall, young man crawled out of the tent. We nodded at each other and I wondered if he’s traveling with anyone. As I was getting  breakfast ready  another young man crawled out of this tent. I thought that’s nice,  he is traveling with someone but I thought the tent must have been cozy. Then to my surprise a third man crawled out of this two man tent and I started to giggle. They rolled up their sleeping bags, lifted the little tent right off the ground, took apart the two poles, folded the tent and put it all into the trunk of their car without saying a word, then drove off. It was comical to think we used our big family tent for the two of us and they had a small two person tent for three of them! What a fun way to start the day.

Campfires

IMG_3766We have a brown spot on our lawn these days. Burned by the fire pit we used the other night to have our backyard campfire (the grass grows back). Our son and daughter-in-love came to visit so we started the weekend off with a campfire in our back yard fire pit. We sat around and visited while the stars came out and the sky grew dark. It was a lovely evening. I love sitting around a campfire.

Our family has many memories doing just that. We did a lot of camping when our boys were young and had many campfires.  We also have a campfire on the rocks near Lake Superior every year when we rent a cabin up there.

Many stories have been told around those campfires. When my husband wasn’t making one up about how S’mores got their name, for example, we would go around the circle and someone would start a story then pass it on and each person would add to the story line.

We even had winter campfires (and still do occasionally). We would go to the state park and build a fire, bring along hot chocolate and hot baked beans in  thermos’ and roast hot dogs over the fire. Of course we’ve had our fair share of s’mores over the years too.

Now backyard fire pits are popular. Although we don’t use ours often it’s fun to have available to create more memories.

Sunsets

 

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“What would you pay to see the sunrise or the sunset if it were not free entertainment?” I heard this saying many years ago but it comes to mind often when I see a sunrise or sunset. I praise the Lord for these free gifts of beauty and “entertainment”.

This sunset photo was taken in the Fjord-du-Saguenay area, northeast of Quebec City where we stayed for three nights on our Quebec vacation.

Walking in Old Quebec

I love to walk and it’s a good thing because it was our primary mode of transportation in Old Quebec. We parked our car when we arrived on Thursday and picked it up again Monday when we drove north out of town to Fjord-du-Saguenay.

We met up with friends from New Hampshire in Old Quebec and trekked all over.  Quebec City was founded in 1608 by Samuel de Champlain and is one of the oldest cities in North America. Old Quebec is a historic neighborhood in Quebec City.

It’s a charming place: once a gated city with walls surrounding it except along the river where cliffs were the protection in days gone by. It has a very European flavor and is predominantly French speaking. Just being infused with the aura of Old Quebec was intoxicating.

IMG_1487Our B&B was lovely place and the location great. The proprietor was a petite woman with a wonderful accent who wore beautiful dresses. The breakfasts were European: meats and cheeses, breads & croissants, jelly, fruit, yogurt, hard-boiled eggs (with slightly soft yolks) and some cereal available for those who really wanted it. Breakfasts with our friends were leisurely, filled with lively conversation.

Daily we walked down narrow cobblestone streets, taking in all the beautiful sights…colorful window boxes and creative doors, boutiques and bistros, fountains and street musicians and art galleries, indoor and out. We found our way to the Chateau Frontenac along the St. Lawrence Seaway. IMG_1462

We ate our lunches and dinners in charming places: sidewalk cafes and indoor restaurants, with a jazz band accompanying us. One day we had a picnic on Ile d’Orleans with fresh picked strawberries sold at the farm stand along the road, wine and local cheese from a small market and fresh baked baguettes from a small boulange (bakery).

Another day we hiked all around the Plains of Abraham (battlefield turned into beautiful park) and down many steps to walk along the river back to our B&B Later that evening we walked on the wall, around Old Quebec, as a challenge and to see all aspects of this town (and back up many steps). All in all we calculated our mileage was about ten miles that day (with help of a fit-bit and markings on the maps).

Our final walk out of the city gate on Monday morning, to our parked car, was energized by feelings of gratitude for the opportunity to visit this enchanting old city.

 

Maps…Don’t leave home without them

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We arrived home safely from our two-week road trip through Canada. We had a wonderful time and great road conditions and we took many “blue roads” as a friend calls them…not major highways but back roads.

Our first stop on the way (seems a long time ago now) was at a friend’s house in Elkhart Indiana…we knew the way…we put her address in our GPS an off we went. The next stop was at a cousin’s in Pennsylvania and again, we punched their address in our GPS and ended up on their doorstep. It was after that when I became lost. We didn’t bring a road atlas, or any maps, because now we had GPS. I soon discovered I’m lost without maps. I need to see the big picture, the back roads, and the alternative routes. I need to see where we are going and where we came from and the whole big state or Province. We began stopping to pick up maps along the way at the visitors center (you can also buy them in the gas stations but the same map is free just down the road!) I was much more relaxed having that big awkward paper in my hand, folding it every which way, to get my bearings.

I have added maps to our perpetual packing list.