might just start a set of top 5 lists on and off.. could give me some topics to write about..
oh, and these may not exactly be in order, they are just my present 5 favourite non social media websites/blogs to visit
(1) Judithbronte.com-- this website is maintained by an online inspirational romance writer. She has been publishing her stories here for the last 12 years or so.. one chapter at a time.. *be warned--if you ever start reading her stories you'll be hooked for life.. my #1 time splurge on the net, and well worth every second I spend reading ..
(2)Neatorama-- one of those people who just knows what other people are interested in reading about or looking at on the 'net.. always new stuff to check out and think about
(3) Justpiper.. always a thoughtful perspective and apparently someone who cares enough to try to make a difference..
(4)urbanghosts.com.. maybe it's just me but I love the photography and historical aspect of old abandoned objects..
(5)rebelliousarabgirl.. maybe just because it's a completely different perspective from mine, but I find this girl to be refreshingly honest....
take care
peeps..
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Tribute to Dad con't(3)
Con't of Favourite Memories..
(5) after we moved into our new house, I had a basement room downstairs.. I can still hear the sound of Dad's feet hitting the floor at 7 am sharp, him walking down the hallway to the top of the stairs. He would call, "Myra, you awake?" which I always was somehow.. he would make us porridge usually, leaving Mom to sleep a bit.. and be out of the house by 7:30..
(6) Dad had a strange sense of humour I guess most dads do-- we were at my Uncle Irvin's once, and I was following Dad & Irvin around while they looked at the farm yard --just talking guy talk I guess.. and I got bored and decided to go visit the horses in their corral.. and I decided to take a short cut through a corral instead of going around it.. somehow the fact that it had a big fence didn't really register with me.. I was basically a town kid in a lot of ways.. halfway across I heard a snorting. I turned my head to see s abull on the other end of the corral.. I have never run so fast and got over a fence as fast as I did that day.. to find Dad & Uncle Irvin laughing ...
... :)
(5) after we moved into our new house, I had a basement room downstairs.. I can still hear the sound of Dad's feet hitting the floor at 7 am sharp, him walking down the hallway to the top of the stairs. He would call, "Myra, you awake?" which I always was somehow.. he would make us porridge usually, leaving Mom to sleep a bit.. and be out of the house by 7:30..
(6) Dad had a strange sense of humour I guess most dads do-- we were at my Uncle Irvin's once, and I was following Dad & Irvin around while they looked at the farm yard --just talking guy talk I guess.. and I got bored and decided to go visit the horses in their corral.. and I decided to take a short cut through a corral instead of going around it.. somehow the fact that it had a big fence didn't really register with me.. I was basically a town kid in a lot of ways.. halfway across I heard a snorting. I turned my head to see s abull on the other end of the corral.. I have never run so fast and got over a fence as fast as I did that day.. to find Dad & Uncle Irvin laughing ...
... :)
Friday, June 17, 2011
My tribute to Dad con't(2)
MY FAVOURITE memories of my DAD
(1) My first memory is of holding my Dad's hand while walking down the stairs into our basement suite. I wasn't more than 2 yrs old at the time
(2) I remember Mom & Dad taking us to a buffalo jump once, I was probably5 or 6, I guess. I was sitting on the edge of the bank swinging my foot and I guess my shoe was loose because it suddenly dropped off and fell maybe about 7 feet down the bank. My older brother was immediately disgusted with me, and I guess I thought I was in trouble, but Dad without a word climbed down the bank and quietly gave me my shoe back. For some reason it was a hero worship moment for me that I always think about and smile to myself over.. :)
(3) The times Dad would go hunting with Granpa or Uncle Reuben or someone and I would wake up to see a deer hanging to cool in a tree.. Dad was a good provider.
(4) Dad loved animals, especially dogs, he always had a dog, and the two most memorable dogs were Scamp and Sheba.. Scamp was more us kids' dog, but Sheba was Dad's!! He found her tangled by her rope in a ditch while he was walking.. I don't think that dog ever forgot how Dad rescued her, she would have done anything for Dad..
FATHER'S DAY!!!!!!
To start off with, let me wish a most Happy Father's Day to all you Dad's out there!!! and especially to my own special guy, with whom I have the privilege of being parents of 6 special kids.... Love you all!!
My own dear dad is gone and has been for 4 years now.. I miss him terribly, especially for the big days like Father's Day, his and my birthday, and the holidays.. my dad was big on phoning me for all the important days, and even normally I think I usually spoke to him about 2 or 3 times a month no matter how far apart we were...
I thought I would make a mini tribute to him here in this blog and if I run out of time I'll continue the story on a later post... so here goes for the record....
My dad was born in 1929 in a little place called Oungre, Saskatchewan. His parents, Iver and Anna Nyland were recent(1923) immigrants to Canada from Norway, where they intended to homestead and raise a family.
My dad was the 3rd youngest of 6 children. Alice(actually born in Norway), Astrid, and Mabel(deceased @ 19 due to appendicitis) were older, and Bessie and Gerald were younger. They spoke Norwegian at home and my dad always said they were grateful that their first teachers understood Norwegian.
The 30's put my granparent's plans on hold as they were forced to relocate to Weldon, Saskatchewan, where they again became farmers, and where they would live their whole lives.
My dad spent a majority of his youth outdoors whenever he was not in school or doing chores. He was an avid hunter, fisherman, and sports enthusiast his whole life. At home, he played hockey, cross countried ski-ied, fished, hunted, and curled.
The war broke out when my dad was 15 years old, and was the reason he dropped out of school while in his teens. He and uncle Gerald were needed to help with the farm work. Many of his underage chums lied about their age in order to join the war effort, but Dad wasn't interested in becoming a soldier, I guess he knew the army needed all the produce and grain Saskatchewan's farms could produce. I know he always said how relieved he was that the war ended approx. 2 months before his 18th birthday, July 29, 1945.
After the war, he seemed to have an ambition to see Western Canada, finding jobs in logging, the oil fields, even building grain elevators. It was a fall from a grain elevator that gave him the slight limp that would last the rest of his life. Apparently, he was home in approx. '62, '63 long enough to attend some dances in Domremy or Bellevue where he met an 18 year old French Metis girl named Anne, whom he married in fall of 1963. Together, my parents raised 6 children, 4 boys, and 2 girls.
Early in their marriage, Dad did some things that impress me now: (1) he quit smoking(hard to imagine him doing so) for the sake of us kids (2) he returned to school, attending night school in order to get his GED and going on to become a journeyman carpenter. How he managed to work fulltime, attend school at night and cope with the demands of a young family I'll never know!!!! kudos to you, DAD!!!
He worked for the City of Prince Albert for many, many years and for all my adult life he was an avid participant in Victory Baptist Church.
We lost my Dad to Alzheimer's in 2005.. will always Love you DAD...
My own dear dad is gone and has been for 4 years now.. I miss him terribly, especially for the big days like Father's Day, his and my birthday, and the holidays.. my dad was big on phoning me for all the important days, and even normally I think I usually spoke to him about 2 or 3 times a month no matter how far apart we were...
I thought I would make a mini tribute to him here in this blog and if I run out of time I'll continue the story on a later post... so here goes for the record....
My dad was born in 1929 in a little place called Oungre, Saskatchewan. His parents, Iver and Anna Nyland were recent(1923) immigrants to Canada from Norway, where they intended to homestead and raise a family.
My dad was the 3rd youngest of 6 children. Alice(actually born in Norway), Astrid, and Mabel(deceased @ 19 due to appendicitis) were older, and Bessie and Gerald were younger. They spoke Norwegian at home and my dad always said they were grateful that their first teachers understood Norwegian.
The 30's put my granparent's plans on hold as they were forced to relocate to Weldon, Saskatchewan, where they again became farmers, and where they would live their whole lives.
My dad spent a majority of his youth outdoors whenever he was not in school or doing chores. He was an avid hunter, fisherman, and sports enthusiast his whole life. At home, he played hockey, cross countried ski-ied, fished, hunted, and curled.
The war broke out when my dad was 15 years old, and was the reason he dropped out of school while in his teens. He and uncle Gerald were needed to help with the farm work. Many of his underage chums lied about their age in order to join the war effort, but Dad wasn't interested in becoming a soldier, I guess he knew the army needed all the produce and grain Saskatchewan's farms could produce. I know he always said how relieved he was that the war ended approx. 2 months before his 18th birthday, July 29, 1945.
After the war, he seemed to have an ambition to see Western Canada, finding jobs in logging, the oil fields, even building grain elevators. It was a fall from a grain elevator that gave him the slight limp that would last the rest of his life. Apparently, he was home in approx. '62, '63 long enough to attend some dances in Domremy or Bellevue where he met an 18 year old French Metis girl named Anne, whom he married in fall of 1963. Together, my parents raised 6 children, 4 boys, and 2 girls.
Early in their marriage, Dad did some things that impress me now: (1) he quit smoking(hard to imagine him doing so) for the sake of us kids (2) he returned to school, attending night school in order to get his GED and going on to become a journeyman carpenter. How he managed to work fulltime, attend school at night and cope with the demands of a young family I'll never know!!!! kudos to you, DAD!!!
He worked for the City of Prince Albert for many, many years and for all my adult life he was an avid participant in Victory Baptist Church.
We lost my Dad to Alzheimer's in 2005.. will always Love you DAD...
Thursday, June 16, 2011
just stuff1..
we watched the Stanley Cup Final last night, disappointing loss for Vancouver to the Boston Bruins, but they did prove to be the better team in the end.. the Conn Smythe trophy went to the above pictured Tim Thomas.. I think his little girl asked her mom if they would be allowed to take the trophy home, touching to watch how proud she was of her dad.. my oldest son apparently refused to watch the game, he is a diehard Colorado fan.. but I think I tend to watch out of nostalgia.. my dad and I used to watch maybe not every game but a big game like last night would have been important..
sad that some people turned to rioting, doesn't help, people!!!
summer seems to be here but the temperatures seem to me to be cooler than normal, I haven't had to take too many measures to keep the house from becoming an oven.. and I have woken up to rain for the last 2 or 3 mornings... I always sleep with the window open at least a little bit, don't know how anyone can sleep without the air stirring around them slightly..
speaking of my oldest son, we were able to get together at my niece's wedding at the beginning of June.. he brought his girlfriend along..
running out of time.. my school day is starting soon.. catch up with you later??
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Prolonged Absence??
Call me a complete idiot who doesn't remember things very well.. well, I intend to be back at least once a week here so I hope you will start checking in to see what I'm up to. I'm a homeschool mom of 6, so chances are that I will be fairly consistent during the summer and not so consistent during the school terms..
I like poetry, music, consider myself a mild political activist, I read as avidly as possible and prefer radio to tv almost always, I love a good predictable movie.. some of my favourites are Shadowland, Jane Eyre, Sabrina(1993), Last Chance Harvey, A Walk to Remember, Bed of Roses, Remember the Titans...
Had a great school year, but man does time ever fly.. seems like the work never ended but hopefully I can have a quiet summer of just looking after the flowers, blogging, maybe some small renos..
I like poetry, music, consider myself a mild political activist, I read as avidly as possible and prefer radio to tv almost always, I love a good predictable movie.. some of my favourites are Shadowland, Jane Eyre, Sabrina(1993), Last Chance Harvey, A Walk to Remember, Bed of Roses, Remember the Titans...
Had a great school year, but man does time ever fly.. seems like the work never ended but hopefully I can have a quiet summer of just looking after the flowers, blogging, maybe some small renos..
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