A Pieceful Life

A Pieceful Life

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My name is Peg - I am a 60ish wife, mother, daughter, sister, aunt, cousin, friend - and if we're not already related or friends, hope to become your friend too.
We live in the eastern end of the beautiful Fraser Valley, about 1.5 hours east of Vancouver, BC. Empty nesters, we have one son living just a few minutes away, our other son and daughter live in Alberta.
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Saturday, July 14, 2012

Calgary

In the Calgary area, with Stampede week coming up,we were able to secure one campsite for 4 nights, moving for the last night.

The first campground was again rather rustic, down in a hollow beside a river, with poor to no cell service.  Lots of trees, very little grass – but we were near both of our kids.  With communication at a premium, we couldn’t always be in as close touch as we’d have liked, but at least we were near at hand when both DD and DS1 needed us.

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We didn’t spend much time at the campground, and in our drives back and forth we passed a small marsh where we noticed these little yellow-headed birds:

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When they flew, we could see white stripes on their wings – no way are we good enough photographers to capture those bright flashes!

While we sat watching the birds, we spotted a couple of mallard drakes:

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And watched a mama tending her baby:022

Also on our drives in and out, we passed these memorials, and finally had to stop to find out what they were all about:005

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Zoomed and enlarged so hopefully you can read it, too:

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A little piece of the history of our country – but sad to say the grounds in this little fenced area are very neglected and overgrown.  It seems so disrespectful – of the dead, of the history, of the traditions – and I wonder sometimes why people go to these lengths if they can’t be bothered to keep the grave sites clean, tidy and available for descendants (or anybody) to visit to pay their respects and homage to those who have gone before and paved the way to our life today.

Enough soapbox – on day five we moved campsites to a spot again beside a river, but with GRASS! 

And we had internet and cell service – amazing how dependent we are on staying in communication with the world.  In years past, my parents would travel and we wouldn’t hear from them for weeks at a time.  Now our children tell us we MUST email or call several times a week!

DS1 needed some help with church requirements for the process involved in getting married in August – we were more than happy to do all that was needed.

At the end of the week our DD and DSIL went to the funeral home to make arrangements for their dear baby girls – as hard as this was, we were glad we could be there to lend support at such a difficult time.

Blessings, Peg

1 comment:

  1. Such pretty yellow headed birds! The tragedy of our country is the residential and other schools - for both First Nation people and others. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family as you say goodbye to the girls.

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