Carol Sing

Margaret, Neil and Lynore lead us.

Margaret, Neil and Lynore lead us.

A few evenings ago, we visited the home of friends here in Comox. They had asked us and other friends to come and join in a good, old-fashioned carol sing. Lynore led us in the carols, Margaret played her flute and Neil played the electric piano. We raised the roof and had a marvellous time together. The pics are a little fuzzy, but thank you Calvin for taking them anyway.

‘Bye for now and God bless.

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Ian’s Visit: Aug-2016

My cousin Ian arrived in Comox on August 8th. He had come, for ten days,  to visit his mother and us. He spent most of his time with Jean going places locally in the valley and spending time with her at local beauty spots like the marina. which she loves. The days went too quickly and soon he was on his way back, August 17th.

I put together a short video of his trip which you can see by clicking here. I hope you enjoy it.

You can also take a closer look at some of the pics in the slideshow below.

‘Bye for now and God bless.

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Great Trip But Glad To Be Home.

Hi everyone! We got home on Wednesday 20th and I’ve struggled to put out a post since then. However, here goes, on what will be a very condensed version of the trip.

Basically, we flew from Seattle after driving there. Our outward flights took us first to Salt Lake City and then on to New Orleans in two relatively short hops.

 

Passing Time At Salt Lake City

Passing Time At Salt Lake City

We landed at New Orleans and began to explore. We saw the French Quarter and ate there too, enjoying the food and the music. Coffee and beignets at Café du Monde were a must too. We enjoyed the sights and sounds as well as the smells of the city, visited Bourbon St. and did all the usual touristy things.

We Loved Those Beignets

We Loved Those Beignets

With Some Of The Greats

With Some Of The Greats

French Quarter Architecture

French Quarter Architecture

After three great nights in New Orleans we boarded the American queen steamboat and headed upriver to Memphis, some 600 miles and seven nights away.

Two Beautiful Ladies About To Go Upriver.

Two Beautiful Ladies About To Go Upriver.

Closer Look At The American Queen.

Closer Look At The American Queen.

The river was wide and brown from sediment dumped into it by the Missouri river farther north. We saw the occasional “tow” (even though barges were being pushed).

Ol' Miss...Brown And Wide.

Ol’ Miss…Brown And Wide.

We made quite a few “landings” at river ports along the way, Helena, Vicksburg and Natchez among them. One of the more memorable ones was to a former sugar cane plantation at Oak Alley. When we got off the boat and climbed the levee, a majestic sight was in store. We looked along an avenue of 900 year old living oaks, to the mansion house at the far end. What a sight it was! The stop there was beautiful and we learned a lot about slave labour, sugar cane growing and the life of the plantation owner. It was great stop.

The A.Q. Landed At Oak Alley. From The Top Of The Levee

The A.Q. Landed At Oak Alley. From The Top Of The Levee

Mansion Through The Living Oaks.

Mansion Through The Living Oaks.

The Plantation House Close Up.

The Plantation House Close Up.

Eventually we landed at Memphis and picked up a car from the airport to drive 200 miles east to Nashville. The little Chevy Sonic proved to be a dandy car.

The Chevy Sonic, Perfect For Us.

The Chevy Sonic, Perfect For Us.

New Orleans, Memphis and Nashville

New Orleans, Memphis and Nashville

The drive to Nashville was horrendously wet. We drove in pouring rain most of the way and we were both very glad to get to the hotel. Once again we toured the city and saw a show at the Grand Ole Opry. Another highlight was church on Sunday morning. We visited the Cowboy Church run byPastor Harry Yates, and his wife, Joanne Cash Yates, the sister of the late Johnny Cash.

On The Air At The Opry

On The Air At The Opry

Home Of The Cowboy Church In A Strip Mall.

Home Of The Cowboy Church In A Strip Mall.

Joanne Cash Yates Sang For Us.

Joanne Cash Yates Sang For Us.

After an enjoyable two days in Nashville we drove back to Memphis. The return trip was much prettier and faster on a hot sunny day. Highlights here of course were wandering Beale St., listening to music and eating ribs, and a five hour visit to Graceland, home of Elvis Presley the next day. I liked Elvis’ music but another side of the man which greatly impressed me was the amount of funding he gave to local charities. There was a whole wall of his trophy room which contained the cheques he’d written in support of different groups.

Part Of The Wall Of Cheques For Charities.

Part Of The Wall Of Cheques For Charities.

One Tiny Part Of Elvis' Trophy Room

One Tiny Part Of Elvis’ Trophy Room

W.C. Handy's Home Now On Beale St.

W.C. Handy’s Home Now On Beale St.

Boot Store In Memphis. Buy One Pair, Get Two Pairs Free. Beware The Price Of The First Pair!

Boot Store In Memphis. Buy One Pair, Get Two Pairs Free, But Beware The Price Of The First Pair!

Our time in Memphis came to an end after two days there. We began our journey home at 3.30 in the morning Comox time, 05.30 Memphis time.Two short hop flights of about two hours each, via Denver, got us to Seattle where we picked up our car and drove home.  We arrived home  in Comox 19 hours after our start. Boy, were we glad to be back at the ranch!

I’ve added some more random pics from the trip in a slide-show below.

Goodbye for now and God bless.

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Home…For Good!

Cuddles With Dad

Cuddles With Dad

Yesterday I had the pleasure of bringing Tim home from Vancouver…for good. Ten weeks and two days after his surgery for a second heart transplant, Tim was able to say goodbye to the IC nurses,  heart ward (5A) nurses, surgical staff, the transplant clinic staff, the physio department and Healthy Heart staff.

We cleaned the apartment on Harwood St., returned the keys to the Heart Home Society (and once again thank you Judy, Peter and Susie Quinn and Ron Bayne ) and caught the ferry.

It was so good to see Tim going into his house, with And and the kids beside him. As I went home to our place after dropping him off, I thanked God for all that has happened over the past weeks, for the amazing people at St. Paul’s and for the donor family, all of whom made this gift of life for Tim happen.

Love to all of you for your support for Tim and our whole family. ‘Bye for now and God bless.