Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Ten Good Memories

Me and Mom
 I thank my God upon every remembrance of you, Philippians 1:3

 It seems to be human nature to remember negative experiences and feelings more than the positive.  I know I have some pretty negative memories from my childhood...being blamed for things that my younger siblings did, or worse, being blamed when one of them got hurt. My dislike for card games and board games stems from negative experiences playing games with my brothers. My fear of water comes from almost drowning as a child. My fear of snakes comes from my mom screaming whenever she came across a snake in the garden. My dislike for public speaking comes from being embarrassed in grade 5....and I could go on and on. 
   So many of our fears and dislikes are rooted in something that happened to us as children. The ones I've listed are pretty minor. I could talk about more painful, destructive memories but that isn't my purpose today. What I want to do is focus on the positive. So, I decided to just sit down and write a list of memories from my childhood....I wrote them as they came to particular order, just the positive thoughts that came when I thought about my childhood. Of course, negative memories came too, often mixed in with the good, but I purposely ignored them! Some of these memories may seem small and inconsequential, but sometimes it's the little things that make the difference, and perhaps have a lasting impact on life.

So, here is my list:

1. Going to Jackson's Lake in the summer time. We'd look forward to Dad getting home from work, so we could bug him to take us, or in later years, let us borrow the car! Yes, I have a fear of going under water, but I still loved going to the lake!

2. Sunday drives with Mom and Dad...sometimes to the gardens in Morden, or to Mount Nebo. I'm not sure why these are good memories, other than that they broke up the monotony of everyday life out in the boonies! 

3. Coming home from school to supper...I'd imagine everything Mom might have made, and by the time we got off the bus my mouth was watering! After supper, I'd sit on a stool and dry dishes and tell mom about my day....about the only alone time I got with Mom!

5. Playing with our dogs and puppies. We always had at least one dog. The first was Yip, then Dad brought home Heppy...and thanks to Jack dog down the road, we often had puppies. The last three dogs we had when I was at home were Big Pup, Teddy, and Sandy. I guess we ran out of puppy names to end up with 'Big Pup' Of course there was also a Little Pup at one time too!

6. Walking.....on sandy roads that burned my feet so much that I'd try to stay in the shady spots; along railway tracks and gravel roads looking for shiny stones; on cool, damp, freshly graded roads...flattening the tire tracks; out to frozen ponds in the field to skate on; down the road to the Collie Hills to play in the spruce trees, or to slide down the steep hills in winter; out to the west bush to pick nanny berries, down the south road, or across to 'Ron's bush' to pick choke cherries;  

7. Our 'world' (a bit of a continuation of previous) - The garden...making a meal just wandering around...pulling up a carrot, picking some peas, and then raspberries for desert! And the flowers...when I was little..zinnias, cosmos, carnations, snow on the mountain, bachelor's buttons, portulaca (especially the mound in Auntie Bene's garden) oh, and scarlet runner beans at Auntie Bene's place, and her apple orchard! ...and my very own rock garden with a cement bird bath that I made myself. Oh, and bells, crocus, cowslips, buttercups, tiger lilies, lady slippers...
And trees...climbing trees, making houses in the center of the  'big willows', swings hung from trees...and especially the sideways tree...even though I was knocked unconscious when I fell out of it!

8. Family -  weekends or family aunts, Jessie and Marion and their families,...Uncles, Gordon and Dot, Bert and Pearl, later...older cousins and their kids...and going to stay at Uncle Gordon's house at Justice, sometimes alone, or with cousins...and Grandma Blair's house in Brandon...the one I like to point out when we drive by...just to bug Brian! It had a very distinct scent that I associated with her. I never realized what the smell was until we bought a house that was saturated in cigarette smoke! I remember admiring Grandma's little ornaments, roller skating in her basement, and finding paper dolls. I claimed them, even though they probably belonged to a cousin!
Grandma Roberts coming from Toronto to visit in the summer. She always had stories to tell, she taught me to sew, knit and crochet...though I didn't learn very well...I enjoyed the one on one time with her. One summer I got to spend a night with her in the old house on our property...exercising and listening to her '45' records. Another time, I stayed with her at Auntie Bene's and went on a road trip with them to visit extended family, like Aunt Grace, who had at least 30 cats!  I don't know if the other kids had those times with Grandma...maybe I reminded her of mom.
Auntie Bene's house...Because Dad worked in Carberry, and we went to school four miles from home, we spent a lot of time at Auntie Bene's house, just down the road from the school. She would make us home made soup with bread and butter after school...served in the blue willow dishes I now have. Uncle Jim had a loom, and he taught us to weave. It was sometimes set up in their living room, but sometimes in the basement...and I can still remember the smell of coal down there. When I was older, I was surprised at how much smaller the loom seemed...and Brian still bugs me about that! This is also where I learned to play Chinese checkers (I still have the board), and of course, there were the shelves of puzzles. Funny, we now go to Mom's house and do puzzles!
Siblings...I realize these are all very self centered memories, but hey, I was a kid...Terry taught me to tie my shoes, and to tell time; Earl made me a box for my rock collection, and warmed up my feet when I followed the boys to the Collie hills in the winter, wearing sandals; Lynn showed me on a map where Santa Clause was on Christmas Eve; Glen lent me money and drove me to town when we were teens; Mike wrote to me when he was in B.C....Jamie and Vicki...I think I was a little older before I had an appreciation for them! (ok, that was a bunch of memories all rolled into one)

9. The Worby store and rink..'coke' and chocolate bars were a real treat, and so was going to the store. The rink...watching Dad 'pebble' the curling ice...and when they weren't curling, we got to skate there...I remember one time, the boys stuck 'glow balls' to their skates and turned off the lights...kinda scary on the narrow sheet of ice! I also remember when we went to Arizona School, sometimes the bigger kids would walk to the store, and anyone who had money would send it along to buy something. I remember mojos..probably cause it's all I could ever afford to buy!

10. Christmas and New Years...we always had Christmas at our house, with lots of presents and a big meal...poor Mom!  Auntie Bene and Uncle Jim, and Jock, owner of the Worby store, would come over too, and then on New Years, we'd go to Auntie Bene's house. Jock usually brought oranges and I think pop for us. New Years, the adults would play cards, and us kids did puzzles...I know, sounds really exciting!

 I could go on, but I'll stop there! I meant to keep this short, but once I started thinking about things it was hard to condense it down to 10 short points. I really was blessed with wonderful parents, and had a good childhood...not perfect or without difficulties, but I'd rather remember the good times...wouldn't you?

  I know I don't have many regular readers anymore, but if anyone out there decides to make their own list of good memories let me know. It really is a great exercise.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Jeremy's Room- Teal and Brown

  We're finally getting our basement finished. We started on Jerry's room. He chose the colors..teal and brown....though he still wants a splash of bright yellow in there somewhere! We used Pinterest to find ideas and see what colours appealed to him. You can see his board, Jerry's Colours, here.

  I already posted about faux finishing the concrete floor here.

  I started in the closet, painting a teal base coat, then used a garbage bag to apply the brown paint. He wanted an 'aged' look that he saw on Pinterest. I think with practice I could get it right, but you can see where I started and stopped.
Using plastic to apply brown over teal (practicing in closet!)
  Here is a close up of how the closet turned out.
Close up- Brown over Teal, applied with plastic
  The walls turned out a little accident. I had just finished applying the brown in the closet, and the phone rang...I probably should have left it, but I continued with the plastic and paint, holding phone on my shoulder. I applied the brown paint to the plastic, and put it on the bedroom wall, then realized I had missed a rather important step...the teal base coat! At that point I decided to get off the phone. It was too late to do anything about my oops, so I continued on, eventually adding the ivory and teal along with the brown, trying different methods until the primed wall was covered with paint. It turned out a little like teal camo, but I actually like it much better than the closet. The important thin is, Jerry loves it all!

Using plastic to apply teal, brown and ivory to primed wall

Teal, brown and ivory..turned out like camo

Faux tile floor, Teal walls and teal/brown faux painted border, ivory above
  And there it is. Baseboards are on now, but I didn't get a picture before Jerry moved his junk in! We still need window and door trim and the dropped ceiling, but that will wait for another time. I'll try to post an update here, when it's all done.


Friday, March 21, 2014

Faux Tile Bathroom Walls

  Since our faux tile basement floor turned out so nice, I decided to try faux tile on the boy's bathroom. We started with an ivory base coat. After marking and taping squares on the wall, I sponged on three different colours. We used the same ivory, as well as the mocha colour that was used for the base coat on the floor, and a grey/blue that was created by mixing ivory and a little black paint.
  I'm really happy with the way it turned out. Since this is the boys' bathroom, we're thinking of adding  a coat of varathane over the paint to make it easier to clean. We also plan to add trim along the top of the 'tile' to finish it off. (*two days later, trim and two coats of varathane are done)

Ivory base coat 

3 colours- mocha, grey/blue, and ivory
It's amazing how little paint is used with sponge painting. These containers weren't full, and I didn't even use it all.
11 x 12 squares marked and taped

Practicing sponging behind door!

First two colors
Third colour added and sponging to blend

Finished tile

Removing tape

Removing tape showing grout line

Finished except for trim
Matching trim added to tile, both have 2 coats varathane
Cabinet above toilet installed

Matching trim above tile

One of the next projects will be Daniel's room...he wants and under the sea theme, and is going to do some of the art work himself.


Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Unto My King

On March 18, 1985, I was born again, and though I've come through some confusing times since that wonderful day, none of that really matters....and today there is really only one thing worth saying,

"Unto my King, eternal, immortal,
be honour, and glory and praise."

©Deborah Bolack 2004

The God of all comfort, the Father of glory,
our God is faithful and true.
He is the only King of kings.
To him all glory is due.
Now unto the king, eternal, immortal,
be honour, and glory, and power,
through Jesus Christ, our Saviour and Lord,
Forever and ever, Amen.

The God of all hope, the Father of mercies,
the everlasting and wise.
He is the blessed Lord of lords.
All nature testifies.
Now unto the king, eternal, immortal,
be honour, and glory, and power,
through Jesus Christ, our Saviour and Lord,
Forever and ever, Amen.

Unto my King, eternal, immortal,
be honour, and glory and praise.

2 Corinthians 1:3,18 Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort;
Ephesians 1:17a That the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory,
Romans 15:13a Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing,
Romans 16:27 To God only wise, be glory through Jesus Christ for ever. Amen.
1 Corinthians 1:9 God is faithful, by whom ye were called unto the fellowship of his Son Jesus Christ our Lord.
1 Timothy 6:15 Which in his times he shall shew, who is the blessed and only Potentate, the King of kings, and Lord of lords;
1 Timothy 1:17 Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Confusing Times

  The other day, a Face Book post got me thinking again about the effects of churchianity on our children, as well as other young people. This young man started out by saying he was studying churches, then went on to say he was getting to the point of actually believing that the church 'affiliation' he was raised in was a cult. Now that is probably painting an entire group of churches with a pretty broad brush, but I understand where he's coming from. This particular church type is very performance based...which is what got me thinking about making this post.
  My recent post, "Simpler Times", talked about the early days of my walk with the Lord. My husband and I both came from unchurched families, and had experienced a lot of difficulties, and to put it bluntly, a lot of sin. As we grew in Christ, we became disillusioned with what we saw as lukewarm Christianity. We wanted something more than just a Sunday morning Christianity. Three years after we started attending church, we  began Bible studies with a group of believers very much like to the faith, zealous, and wanting more. Soon we were attending  a brand new church....a church that focused on teaching the Bible, reaching out to the lost, and supporting was an exciting time.
  I may be wrong, but I think the majority of people who end up in  performance based churches do so because they are excited about their faith and want to be part of a fellowship that is excited about serving the Lord.

I began writing this post on Monday, March 10th, and this is as far as I got. I just couldn't seem to find the words that I felt needed to be said. What I wanted was to be able to explain to my children and other disillusioned young people how we got to where we are.....that we started out with a heart for serving the Lord, and wanting to raise our families in a church where we weren't seen as  fanatics for home schooling and avoiding 'worldliness'...
Then today, (Thursday, March 13th)  a post came via my FB news feed that expressed so much of what I wanted to say.... So rather than finish my post, I'll just add a link to this article.

What Happened To the IFB Movement?