Henry & Frieda Kroeker Day
I did go the chiropractor Tuesday afternoon last week. He worked me over hard, but afterward I thought I was cured. By 4 pm the pain was back, and worse the next day. Then for a few days I was convinced it was a kidney stone - but I was not about to cancel my weekend trip! No way!
The weak, achy spot was there, but I was not really bothered by it while driving. Mostly just while loading and unloading the car with luggage and food hamper. Tom was good enough to not require to get out of the car until we arrived at the motel, about 7.5 hours after we left his place.
All the activities were at the Castor Missionary Church, where Uncle Henry and Aunt Frieda are active members. We arrived in time for Sunday School, but I ended up in the library, helping some of my cousins and their kids to tie again the 50 balloons that had deflated over night and needed some more helium from the rented cylinder.
We attended the friendly, informal worship service, (the pastor called it a national Henry and Frieda Day), and then we had lunch in the dining hall. This was especially prepared for the family and for all the guests that had come from a distance. We were about 55 at that point.
At 3 pm, we all went into the sanctuary, along with other local friends of the guests of honour. Here the children and grandchildren had prepared an hour of tributes and special music.
I did not realize it, but Aunt Frieda had always liked Wilf Carter’s song, “There’s a Bluebird on my Windowsill.” So their five sons and five daughters-in-law, and the 12 grandchildren had hunted it down, and learned it. They sang it as a choir, with Georgia, (an adopted granddaughter) singing the solo parts.
There were more musical pieces by various family groups and Ken, the eldest, did a fine job of introducing them. It was altogether a lovely program, with much love expressed so fondly and tenderly, and with gratitude to God.
Ah, and there was a lovely surprise for Tom and me! Our youngest sister, Erma, had flown from Toronto to Winnipeg and then come along with Ernie and Penny (our brother and his wife), who travelled with a camper trailer behind their truck. I had wondered if that might happen, but those who knew did not let on, until I saw her in the foyer in the church. I had not seen Erma, nor Penny since Dad’s funeral three years ago, so we ate lunch together at the same table, and sat together in church.
I was pleasantly surprised to see how many of Mom’s (and Uncle Henry’s) cousins showed up. Some from as far away as B.C., and some I had never met before. I had a delightful time visiting and networking around the dining hall. Because of my years with Mom and Dad I was more aware of these relatives than my siblings or our cousins. I felt like a bridge between the generations.
Aunt Frieda and Uncle Henry invited us back to the church for breakfast on Monday before we left. This time it was mainly Aunt Frieda’ siblings, and their spouses, and a cousin couple from Rosthern, and Tom and myself. But I was able to get directions from Walter (from Rosthern) on a different route back to Saskatoon that would be about an hour and a half shorter than the route I had taken on Saturday.

We were tickled to find the route was even more scenic and the sun was shining and sure enough, we were home in a bit more than 5 hours. Going there took us 7 hours.
Oh… the weather? Yes, that has been quite the factor over the weekend and again today. We had some great rains last week, which made my garden pop out of the ground! Everywhere you look the tree and grass are VERY GREEN! My pink tulips are in bud stage in the front yard.

It rained cats and dogs on Saturday and Sunday in Alberta, and it appears it did here too. Yesterday was fine and sunny, but my tomato seedlings were under an inch of water in their pots! There were branches down from the trees too. Today it is raining again!
