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Ties are cheap
Soon after our minister returned from a visit to Thailand, our missionary in that country spoke in our church. She began her presentation by asking, âWhat has your pastor already told you about Thailand?â Several people answered. Then, a young woman said, âHe told us that ties are cheap there.â The missionaryâs mouth dropped open as she responded, âThais are cheap?â An uncomfortable silence followed, until understanding finally dawned on her. âOh, yes,â she exclaimed, her face creasing into a smile, âties are cheap in Thailand!â
Foot in Mouth
I thought I'd share a story with you about a time my husband put his "foot in his mouth." One day we were visiting a parishioner in hospital, as she had just had her leg amputated below the knee. During the visit my husband prayed with her and as he was concluding his prayer he said, "And God we pray that it won't be long until she is back on her feet again...doing the things she loves." As soon as the words "back on her feet" were out of his mouth, there was an awkward pause, when he realized what he'd just said. There was nothing he could say to correct it, but just continue on with the prayer. It was a prayer we will never forget. Major Dena Hepditch Corps Officer (Pastor) Bermuda Division The Salvation Army
A few years ago when my mom was still alive she came to visit me in Dartmouth NS back then we only had a Costco store in Halifax so off to Halifax we went also my husband was with us . My husband never likes to get wet but on this day it was a very warm July day when we went into the store and it was raining a bit when we went in so we left our coats in the car but when we came out it was raining really hard my husband said to me now he is the one I always said doesn't like to get his feathers wet so he told me to run to the car and get our rain coats so I run to get them and came back with the raincoats and then he said why didn't you bring the car so I looked at my mom and we both started laughing and I said to him you didn't ask for the car your asked for the coats . Sometimes my elevator doesn't always go to the top . Mom and I never laughed so hard in our lives .
During the summer of 2011 my husband Mark and I travelled through Labrador from Lab City to the ferry that took us to Newfoundland. I won't mention the long drive from Baie Comeau to Lab city as that is a tale all on its own.
I love my home province of Ontario but we have visited Newfoundland and Labrador five times over the past several years and have enjoyed every moment we have been fortunate enough to spend in this incredible province. But it is the hospitality of the Labrador people we met on our adventure through Labrador that prompts me to write this story.
We experienced many kind and generous people on our travels and I want to share one in particular that stands out in our memory. We arrived in St. Lewis on July 8 and toured the Loder Point Premises Museum which houses many artifacts from the fishing industry and includes three buildings including a former general store. Two local high school students were our tour guides and they suggested the best place to camp would be at Fisherman's Gazebo (no campgrounds are available throughout most of Newfoundland but everyone has a suggestion about where to pull up for a night). At the end of the road in St. Lewis in Fisherman's Point and the last house on the road belonged to a wonderful lady, Emily Holley, to whom we introduced ourselves (and asked her if she minded having neighbours for the night!) The Point has a spectacular view of the ocean and we enjoyed the trail that follows the shore past the gazebo where we were treated to sightings of whales and icebergs.
The following morning we had a knock on the trailer door and there was Emily! She invited us in for a delicious breakfast of eggs, coffee, and home-made bread with her own preserves of partridgeberry jam! What a treat! Her grandson, Dylan Poole, was living with his grandmother for the summer and he gave us a beautiful pencil sketch that he had drawn of the St. Lewis Academy Wildcats. We so enjoyed our visit with Emily and Dylan "what wonderful people! As we were leaving Emily, after everything she had already done for us, gave us two jars of her homemade preserves, a jar of partridgeberry jam and a jar of pickled carrots " both of which we enjoyed during the remainder of our trip.
Emily did say that when she gave preserves she expected the jars back with something in them but, she said with a smile on her face and twinkle in her eye, "I don't expect I will be seeing these jars again". And although I hope to visit Emily again I donâÃ¯Â¿Â½Ã¯Â¿Â½t think I could match the wonderful flavours that Emily managed to bottle in her preserves!
Wherever we traveled in Labrador people welcomed us with kindness and generosity. If you have an opportunity to tour the underground hydroelectric plant in Churchill Falls, visit Northwest River, or enjoy the many trails the eastern coast of Labrador has to offer every stop will be a memorable one because of the people you will meet along the way!
My Most Embarrassing Moment
I decided to check out the end-of-winter sales at our local mall. My favourite store was brimming with jam-packed aisles of blouses, skirts, pants and sweaters. I combed carefully through the racks, squeezing between them. Finding nothing to my liking, I headed toward the door. A saleswoman called out, "Would you like to purchase that?" Puzzled, I saw that she was pointing to my right side. Looking down I saw a white blouse on a hanger hooked to the belt of my coat! I blushed and returned it to her. She did not smile.
My wife and I had just returned from a vacation in Cuba. A few days later I had a dental appointment and knowing most of the staff quite well I said Hola! (O-la), the Cuban expression for hello. The new young dentist looked at me and asked how I knew her name, which turned out to be Dr. Ola. We had a great chuckle and she added that when she was very young and had vacationed in Cuba she thought that everyone was calling her by name!
Recently an RCMP officer came to my home to discuss a personal matter. When we had finished our business I walked him to our back door and was about to say goodbye when a knock came on our front door. I asked him to wait a minute and went to answer the knock. I opened the door and a lady friend of ours walked in and said "how much do I owe you for the dope?" My wife had picked up some fly repellent called "Bug Off" from a local pharmacy earlier that day as she had requested. The young RCMP officer and I had a great laugh. If it had been an officer from out of the province, it might have been a different story!
A COME FROM AWAY STORY
I am originally from Toronto so that should explain everything.
I married a girl from NL back in 1982 in Ontario.Having been away from her family for so many years... I decided it was time for my wife to have some years here in with her mom and dad...so in 2004 we did. That summer on a most beautiful sunny day we decided to have our first BBQ. As I cooked enjoying the sunshine...I happened to glance down the river and froze in horror. I ran in to the house yelling at the top of my lungs ,RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! IT'S ALL ABLAZE OUT THERE! FOREST FIRE!
My wife bolted out to the bridge, looked down the river,looked at me, and doubled over in fits of laughter..."THATS NOT SMOKE THAT'S THE FOG ROLLING IN YA SILLY FOOL!" we still laugh at that. I don't think I will ever live that one down.
Bless this couple
Years ago, when I was a pastor, my wife and I were invited to the wedding reception of friends of ours. Later, I was unexpectedly asked to conclude the event with prayer. Without putting a lot of thought into it, I prayed a routine prayer, then added, "God, we ask that you would bless this fine couple as they go their separate ways." Thankfully, despite my prayer, they are still together!
Last November, my friend and I were at Wallmart helping with the Poppy Campaign. I'm was in a wheelchair and had decided not to wear my prosthetic leg. However, I sat on a chair behind the table. Everything was great. My friend and I were all dressed up in our legion uniforms. The poppies were in trays and a few large poppies, pins, etc. were on display.
When it was time for us to leave, the poppy chairman and his wife came by to change the trays and two male legionnaires were there to relieve us. A Wallmart employee was also there to help with the wheelchair.
As I went to go from the chair to the wheelchair I made a hop on my right (and only) leg and as I did, my slacks fell right to the floor and I could not let go to pull them up. Embarrassing? Yes, but we did have a great laugh!
No Movies This Week
When we were kids growing up in Grand Falls in the 1950-60s, we considered ourselves the luckiest family in town. Why? Our mother was the ticket seller at the old Popular Theatre. And we got to see all the latest movies for free. One day Mom told us we weren't allowed to go to the "show" (movies) that week. She explained that the risque movie, Peyton Place was playing. And it was suitable only for adults. I knew that my younger brother had misunderstood Mom's explanation when I overheard him tell one of his pals, "We can't go to the show this week. They're Paintin' the Place."
Adventures in the Rock
July 23, 2015
Randy, a die hard Newfoundlander and I, his wife, a mainlander, decided to buy a piece of the "rock," and drive there to enjoy the "laid back of the land" atmosphere. Among other things, Randy wanted to go see his favourite entertainment group, and such was his excitment when he found out they were performing an hour way, he decided we go see them.
We're on our way up north whatever that means as I thought we were already north enough, living in the Lewisporte area. Heading to Newfoundaland's famous Twillingate, where the icebergs float like Disney castles shimmering in the shore and the Menkes and the Humpback frolic in the cold, frigid water was a run often taken by us, but this time, it was different, it was at night and the weather breathed of anger. Anyways we travel through crater filled roads, and rain covered highways with fog, leaving us with minimal visibility, and the nerve wracking fear of the seemingly impending massive moose hitting us, which for your imformation has killed hundreds of Newfoundlanders in the last year. One thought gives me some solace however, and that is that I've got nothing to worry about "cause I'm not a Newfoundlaner." Anyways, Randy is so excited because he's gonna see, "Buddy, what's his name and the odder feller"! Live! Show starts at 8 and as Josh, our youngest son can attest to this, leaving way too early is a big problem in our household. I've a hard time convincing him that 5 0'clock is a tad too early. Finally, on we trudge as Randy with either excitement or perhaps a sense of doom at not being there for five o'clock, zooms through partly paved roads where either side is the ocean spitting angry foam waves at us not more than a foot away. Watching Randy zipping, going around curves with only one thumb and forefingers holding on to the stearing wheels skidding on rain covered roads, the violent waves being thrown on our vehicle made me come up with a brilliant albeit desperate plan, one I woud not normallly have unless I was comatose with delirium..we would not, could not drive home tonight in these conditions. Plan B had to be inplemented, we would indeed not drive back tonight in these horrendous conditions, noway, no siree, not me. And to my relief, the moose a.k.a Randy agreed. Yes, we would stay over at one of his old girlfriend's house, a stone's throw away, or as they say here, as the crow flies, whatever that means. It must have been in a moment of insanity, for me to come up with that plan, but heck, desperate people do desperate things, such was my quandumdrom, not only that but I even managed to somewhat placate my anxiety with the thought of having a cup of tea there to calm me nerves.
Anyways, as we enter the stadium to watch the show, I dont mind telling you my knees shake and my heart skips beats with the trepidation of the show...what's their name? or was it the fear of going back over those same roads?
The show is over, the moose is overwhelmed with joy, and I prepare myself for the second leg of the journey. I know it's not going to be pretty, me with me nerves and the moose with his mind on the show instead of the driving.
Although the dense, almost suffocating fog pervades the whole drive back, and the seemingly endless black road ahead triggers my already raw nerves to a height unknown before, we get there to our second choice destination in one piece. No time for tea though, the ex girlfriend looks too good, time to hit the hay.
And this my friends was the first of our many adventures in the great Rock, which continues to beckon us to go back and taste of its many flavours.
I STANDS WHERE?
Many years ago when I was living in Goose Bay, a co-worker of mine named Scott, was participating in a fundraising campaign by standing in as a deejay on the local radio station, taking requests for songs to be played. He was a little stumped by one of the requests, and said, "Well, folks, I never heard of this one, but it sounds like a good old fishin' song. It's called "I Stands In The Stream" Then he started to laugh and said, "One of the boys just told me I read it wrong. The name of the song is actually ";Islands In The Stream" by Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers" He never lived that one down!
Pancake Tuesday I face time my 9 year old niece to check in on her...the conversation went as so
Me: hey kidlet, how were your pancakes
Sarah: uh pancakes?
Me: didn't you have pancakes for supper
Sarah: ah no I had hot dogs
Me: oh why, it's pancake Tuesday after all?
Sarah: huh I thought it was Taco Tuesday...
What else is there to say....
Do you speak Canadian?
I spent last evening with my husbands niece and her son Kaleb in Pennsylvania.
He asked me, "you're from Canada right?"
Kaleb, "How do you say Hello in Canadian?"
Kaleb, "Yeah, how do you say it?"
Kaleb, "Yeah I know how to say it in American, how do you say it in Canadian?"
Kaleb, "No, seriously, how do you say it?"
Me "...ummmm.....Whaddaya at."
Kaleb, "Whaddaya at?" "cool! whaddaya at!.... I can speak Canadian!"
BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I died!
The orange spider sac
A few years ago I was grocery shopping in one of the largest stores in the city I was living in at the time. I was wandering through the produce isle when I saw the oranges; they looked wonderful and smelled amazing so I decided to pick up a couple. As I was picking through them I observed something small and white stuck to my finger, seeing a spider sac I freaked out; I tossed the orange in my hand and started yelling and shaking my hand vigorously. After what seemed an eternity and practically in tears I realized it was not going to shake off, I stopped shaking my hand so as to scrape it onto the wooden crate the oranges were in. At that point I noticed the "sac" was in fact a sticker off one of the oranges! It was only then that I became conscious of the number of people watching me make a spectacle of myself; I turned calmly and walked away. I didn't get any oranges that day!
Some years ago, with our Newfoundland-Labrador economy in a downturn, my brother decided to take his young family to B.C. for a new beginning. He packed everything in the car including his family and headed out. As they were going through Quebec, they decided to stop at a restaurant. The servers were all French speaking and they found it difficult to order their meals. When the youngest son, 7 years old, asked his mother why she was having trouble ordering she told him that they spoke French in Quebec while most other people in Canada, including NL, spoke English. After they were finished eating and had left the restaurant they were driving through the St. Lawrence valley where herds of cows were grazing. The son looked at his mother and in all sincerity blurted out, "mom, how does a cow say moo in French?"