A Home’s view

I still remember that beautiful July morning back in 1969 when the sun kissed my roof as I anticipated my new residents. What excitement it brought to the neighborhood, a new family, who are they, where did they come from, do they have kids to play with? When they arrived I could feel the high hopes and apprehension that came with them, but as they got settled and unpacked they fit me like a glove, like it was meant to be. Boy this was going to be some ride and I could not wait.
Time flew as I got to know them, the loving parents and the children they brought with them. I was filled to capacity with laughter and hyjinks. The kids knew how to play, tease, laugh, joke and everything in between.
As the years went on I learned a lot about them. I learned their secrets, the quiet cry’s at night when no one was around, the plans they made as little ones they hoped would come true, the pillow talk between sisters about the cute boy at school. If my walls could talk what a story they could have told. But the biggest surprise I learned was no matter how much trouble they got into, or tomfoolery they played, they drew the others around them into their family. I noticed the boy next door became a fixture around the house even at dinner sometimes, friends, strangers all were drawn to this family because of their laughter and love for others and each other.
Now I have to set the record straight and say that it was not all fun and games. Locking the youngest out of the house and laughing at him till he had to break the window to get back inside, the time one of the girls got pushed thru a window, my heart went out to the boy who cut his toes off with the mower, and also bled profusely as he came running home from the school with a nasty nose bleed, and the countless arguments and fights that went on with any normal family. But in the end they all loved each other and would do anything for each other and that is what stood out to me.
Over the years the children have gone and come, grown up, added new ones to their family and in the process have made me almost burst at the seams with all the ones that would come for special celebrations or simply to say hi and have a coffee. You see I was not just a house to them, they made me their home. They made me feel like I was one of the family and that says a lot about who they are.
I cannot tell you the countless times I have drooled (if I could do such a thing) at the amazing smells that emanated from within me, the bread, cakes, cookies, and the meals, boy we could be here for a while on that subject. Even the dog got fed good, the Matriarch sure had a soft spot for that dog sneaking him cookies thru the kitchen door. I think looking back on my time with this family the one thing that sticks with me the most is how the children would always come home, when there were big occasions. From the 50 anniversary to the final Christmas, they always returned to their family home. I feel so honored that I have had the privilege to watch this family grow and spread itself like a tree but always remember and return to its roots.
And as I sheltered them from the sun, rain, occasional snow and anything else that God sent our way they lovingly repaired me, painted me, trimmed my yard and gave me their love and most of the time they would throw in some play to make it complete. And for that I am ever grateful. As the sun set on our time together, I as their earthly protector and shelter felt as if I became one of this family and for that I thank you.

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Memphis

memphisSpending only 1 night in Memphis was something we have said we should have not done, meaning stay longer. But be that as it may, the sun rose that Sunday morning as we made our way a few miles up the road to the most memorable time on our trip. We went to New Bethel Missionary Baptist Church. Amazing is all I have to say. The passion, the singing, and the message were so good. As church goers ourselves, we said to each other as we were walking to our car, we had never been hugged so much by such wonderful strangers. Never have been to an African-American church before we were in wonderment of their warmth and love for a visitor.

After parting ways with new found enthusiasm and joy, we met our old friend the hwy and he pointed us in the direction of Nashville. The gently rolling hills of Tennessee unwrapped more and more of the autumn colors as we traveled closer to our next adventure.

Long & winding road cont’

Snow & other Hwy Sight’s

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We packed the car in the chilly morning air and were on our way, heading for the Lone Star state and beyond. The sun was shining and the air was very crisp and there was a skiff of snow on the ground, an hour later and it was several inches. The poor cattle, roaming the snowy plains, reminded me of an old western movie. Continue reading

Long & winding road cont’

                                                                                        Vegas and beyond

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Vegas was….well Vegas. It has everything and then some for those looking for anything different.  My jury is still out on the new City centre, for me personally, it does not belong. It felt like you’re in the middle of a big metropolitan downtown, but that is only my opinion. I will say this that when Vegas does something, it is go BIG or go home. And that is City centre, it is big glitzy and classy. Continue reading

Long and winding road

This is the 1st instalment in a series of posts from a Roadtrip my wife and I took. We traveled from Surrey, BC to Charleston, SC and then home again via New Orleans. Feedback would be appreciated, hope you enjoy.

Into the night

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Our headlights pointed south as we left the border, not knowing what the night had in store for us. We Stopped in Bellingham to get fuel for both us and the car, and away we went. I have never been one to be able to sleep in a moving vehicle, car, plane, or otherwise and this was no different. Laying flat in the seat tossing and turning for a number of hours was as good as it was going to get. We stopped at a gas station in the middle of the night, and Oregon. I think we were more excited to be there than the attendant on shift. After some food, fresh air and less than fresh coffee, we were off with my wife now horizontal in the back seat. She can sleep anywhere and through anything. Continue reading