High School Shop Projects
A coupe of shop project creations from the boys. Keeping the photos for posterity. Fate of the creations is uncertain. ☹️
Category: Family
Toolbox Memories
My Grampa, my dad’s father, built this for me when I was a young boy, about 8 or 9 years old. The toolbox came with a saw (original still in the box), a hammer, screw drivers, pliers and a number of small glass jars containing various sizes of nails. I still have some of those Read More …
Snake Bite
A story from the Cottage Build. So, one day after my dad and I had finished working for the day we were relaxing in the RV and participating in what was commonly known in our family circles as “the cocktail hour”. Generally, the “hour” was quite loosely defined. All it really meant was pre-dinner drinking. Read More …
Father’s Love
Lifted from Daily Day, so true and encouraging. Today’s email could just be this wonderful little verse from the classic George Strait song. Because it captures perfectly what we need to be reminded of today and always, as we embark on this difficult but wonderful job. Let me tell you a secret about a father’s love Read More …
G & T
Gin and Tonic that is! This is a memory from my teenage years while at our cottage on Brereton Lake in the Whiteshell. It was the custom at the time when families got to gather for dinner that there would be a cocktail hour. I suspect that I was underage but my parents allowed it Read More …
The Piano
This is The Piano. It’s been in our home for over 20 years now and yesterday it gave me a very bitter sweet surprise. When I first met The Piano it was in the home of family friends, the McKenzies, who lived on Niakwa Road. Our families would visit back and forth over the years Read More …
The Wake
It’s a calm clear morning. The lake is calm. It’s just as the sun is coming over the horizon. A boat goes by towards Smith Camps. The wake of the boat sends waves out in both directions. Shortly, the boat is gone but the waves still travel outward. Because I’ve passed by this way my Read More …
Where does my help come from?
Many years ago my mom shared some of her experiences as she returned home from Montreal in September of 1961 after attending the funeral of her brother Ken, age 37. Mom recounted how on the drive home this verse helped her deal with the tragedy of Ken dying at such a young age. I lift Read More …
The Prince of Peace on Christmas Day
From today’s devotion… Peace is hard to find. Trouble tears apart our lives. Doubt delivers us to our fears. Worry warps our sense of reality. Before we know it we’re trapped in the chaos of day to day life and panic takes over. Yet Christ came to be our peace. Everything—our hopes, worries, fears, doubts, Read More …