On November 11, I went to an early service as we were all going to troop 3 blocks to the cenotaph for the service there at 10:30. Our church has all stained glass windows, so imagine our shock to open the doors to a white world. Hello Canada. The streets were blocked off for the parade and to make it safe for the crowd to gather on the roads at the cenotaph's corner. The red coat on the fellow by the cable/Internet company building belongs to an RCMP officer going to stand on duty at the cenotaph.
The landlord Jim, turned 65 in late October, so they held a huge family party. We were sent off fishing for the weekend so they could use the suite for visiting, but welcomed back to join the dinner on Sunday night. He is a fine fellow, who does a lot of volunteer work for this community and even for our church, although he doesn't attend services and isn't a believer.
This is what it looked like in our kitchen with more tables to do a sit-down ribs and chicken dinner for all the family that could get to Ashcroft for the big day. I helped with the cleaning of vegetables in the morning. But it didn't take them long to clean up and remove the tables and chairs afterwards and we had our suite back.
It feels good to be back in our old community. Old Man Watching says that he was born here (almost on the steps of the original hospital) and he plans to die here. I hope that doesn't happen for a few years yet. But we are happy to be in one spot for the winter. Now I will catch up on what you folk have been up to.