TAKE TIME TO MAKE MEMORIES

Come back with me in time as I share snippets from my journal and treasures within my memory of a very special journey from 1939 to 1984. I write this not that any credit be given to human effort, but to recognize the hand of God moving through particular times frames of my life. Exceptional events and special people, some unnamed but nonetheless significant, have overtime influenced my story:

1939 January 9th - My father goes to the highway with the sleigh to meet Doctor O'Brien and bring him back to the farm in rural Southern Ontario. It is a Monday morning, and my sister gets to stay home from school for this blessed event. The midwife has waited several days to be with my mother in childbirth. I am born at 9:00 a.m. in the front bedroom and my almost eight-year-old sister Marion immediatly holds me. When my four and a half year old brother Ronald returns from the neighbourrs, he says, "She got awful white hair for a baby."

It is the year of World War II and new life for our family.