Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Little Country Church


"There's a place dear to me, where I'm longing to be with my friends at the old country church."


Places like these make me want to burst out those great old-tyme hymns. My old-fashioned bones ache to imagine myself living in those days long ago.The doors of this old church set back in the beautiful scenery of Edrans, beckoned me to enter in.

This past summer my sister-in-law Sonya and I were attending a wedding of a cousin at Edrans. It was a warm, sunny morning spent at a beautiful country wedding. In between the service and lunch we had about an hour to wait. We felt like going a few miles down the road to the old church and cemetary where Grandpa Jake Doerksen was buried only three years ago. I've always thought that the community and surroundings of Edrans has a peaceful, quaintness to it and a lovely landscape to live in. I have many memories of driving through this area with my parents, skating at the rink, and always imagining what it would have been like  to live here when it was still a thriving village.

The little chapel was a walking distance off of the cemetary and i couldn't resist seeing if the doors were open. Sure enough, (I did not break and enter) the doors were unlocked and easily swung open. Walking in felt like stepping into a different time period as the benches, piano and pulpit were still all in place. I expected a vacant building, but all it was missing was that congregation of long ago.

I noted that the cemetary held memorials of fallen soldiers of the World Wars. It was easy to imagine people of the early 1900's, praying for their loved ones in battle, in those wooden pews.(maybe thats going too far back, it would be interesting to know what the time period of the church was.) We also found a guest book up front and signed our names. It was so pleasing to see that this place had not fallen victim to vandals and the doors could be trusted to remain open for visitors to enter in.


The picture of the Ten Commandments on the wall reminds me that despite the circumstances that cause churches to close their doors, the word of God remains steadfast and faithful through eternity.

Sonya and I posing, marking our place in the history of this country chapel. The interior of the church seemed to be small in scale compared to the churches we attend today. People then just seemed to not need as much leg or walking space.


We also spent a few minutes reflecting at Grandpa's gravesite. I noted how peaceful and quiet the cemetary was, with sounds of nature and towering oaks surrounding. A good place for the body to be laid to rest.

I enjoyed the time spent here as I love places the stir my heartstrings, and places of old really do that for me.

"Precious years of memory, oh what joy they bring to me."

-Christina

Thursday, September 15, 2011

A Special Someone!

Wishing a (very late) Happy Belated Birthday post to my very special niece, Cara.
This year her and I have both completed a quarter of a century together. There are many memories in those twenty five years. With an age gap of only six months we spent much of our younger years feeling like sisters and often mistaken as twins. Our childhood years were spent with outrageous imaginations and seldom stuck in boredom. Cara's creativity has never ceased to amaze me, it used to be that she could make coloring with crayons look like prize winning art and now i walk into her home and ooh and ahh at her interior decorating. Her home is so unique to her tastes and full of that retro feel that we both love.
Time spent together has been much less often in our adult years, as we live further apart, different social circles and career paths, and just the business of life getting in the way. So often, it seems I only stop in for a few minutes when I come in to shop. Hard to get quality time together that way. This past summer my mom and I took a bunch of cucumbers to her house one morning and spent the day with her making homemade relish. It was a wonderful time working in her cute (very clean, unlike mine) kitchen, having lunch, and just working on something together again. Mom enjoyed being in charge of us girls again too!
I think her kitchen is very 'Country Living Magazine' worthy!

So proud of who Cara is and all that she has accomplished. The determination, thriftiness,and independance put into hard work and schooling to get a very rewarding career that few would be brave enough to choose; to investing her time, tenderness and heart into loving her dog like I've never seen anyone else do. I love all those things about her.

I thank God for the gift of you in my life, Cara, and pray for showers of blessings upon you.

Christina