BEST WESTERN Maple Ridge Hotel
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- Swimming pool
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Fitness/Health center
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Here I am again, perched on the edge of a mountain summit, ready to take the plunge into the great unknown. I know not where this journey will take me, I only know the One who will be with me all the way.
On Monday October 12: In spite of the pouring rain, Gazoo and I managed to help Mrs. ...
... human! What a trip, so many highlights, such stunning views and places, lots of great people, lots of great laughs. Lots of eating and a very small amount of drinking - haha! So many memories and I hope you have enjoyed hearing a little about it too! We are looking forward to sleeping in our own bed again (a count gave us 24 different beds this trip!) but have to wait a few more days as we are going home via Canberra to see how that little grandchild has ...
Pearl's lawn has dandelions.
Before it was immaculate
There used to be bright flowers
Adorning the bases of the trees
Now there is only dirt.
Pearl, whose bent form and gray hair
Used to be the trademark of our neighbourhood.
"I just don’t know why everyone is not at home today’
She’d say when I answered her soft knock at my door.
YOU'VE GOT TO HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOUR
I wrote this in 1995 when Grandma Joan McPhail Gratama died and I read it at her funeral
Cindy (nee Crane) Turner
In the lodge, behind my bathroom door
I keep tins of salmon on the floor
It’s not that they don’t feed me enough,
It’s just that it's not the right stuff.
“And one winter
your great Uncle Tom was asked to go on a mercy flight north of The Pas to
rescue a trapper with a broken leg. In order to drop him off at the medical
center, he had to make a landing in the dark on a frozen lake.” I sat
spellbound on my Granny’s knee, listening to yet another exciting story about
her brother Tom Lamb and his adventures as a bush pilot in northern Manitoba. By the time I
met him, he was long retired, but his bold ...