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Growing up in northern Canada on a farm was the ideal life for me. I have always felt I was born in the wrong era and would love to listen to my mom tell of the “olden’ days”. She was an excellent story teller and made her life of growing up on the homestead seem exciting for us kids. I am sure that my grandma would have not thought of scrubbing clothes on a wash board and cleaning board floors, and never knowing where the next dollar would come from, as romantic. However, to us that life was full of family fun and adventure.
Here I am close to retirement and now telling my grandchildren of my childhood. And they too think it was wonderful. Hard work wasn’t pleasurable to me when I was young but as I grew into an adult I am so thankful for those training years. Everyone worked for the flow of the family. Whether it was watching my older handicapped brother, or cleaning up his play messes or sweeping the floors. We had to learn to weed the garden and pick the vegetables. I learned to milk the cows when I was older but my brothers for the most part were the cow milkers. They also had to bring in the snow to melt for water in the winter and pack buckets of water in the summer.
Mom had a wonderful way to make the work fun with always the reward of “me time” when we were finished ~ or maybe, a picnic or a road trip to visit one of my aunts. I can remember making up stories to wile away my afternoons in daydreaming fun. After I was married and my father passed on, my husband and I with our three children moved to the family farm to help my mother. She still had my younger brother, Dalton, at home and my handicapped brother, plus all the work of the farm.
So my children learned how to work, for which I am truly thankful. Also, that the family works together not for money but for the welfare of the home. Whether tending the garden for winter supply or looking after the livestock. Now they are gone making their way with their own families and I hope they will teach their children some of the life lessons they learned here on the farm.
I wrote my first book, Gwendolyn, some years ago and had no idea how to market it. I guess I just thought it would sell itself. I know silly, but I was just very green and now here I have written Dream and find myself struggling with the marketing.
In Dream I had a message to share. A message of hope to the discouraged, of enlightenment to the embittered, and correction to the arrogant. I hope that all those believers out there that are discouraged with man’s organization, man’s control, man-made rules and religious hoops to flip through would read this book and be encouraged to give the Lord another opportunity to work in their life.
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