60th Anniversary

June 27th, 1959 – 60 years ago – how can this be?

We grew up in the 40s and 50s, (just previous to the hippie era), coming from simular backgrounds,ie:

  • rural farming communities
  • sheltered
  • influenced much by family and extended family, learning traditional values from our Mennonite heritage and
  • somewhat by the secular surrounding which really wasn’t that much different.

We chose to be married, have a home and family of our own. We thought, from observation of parents and extended family, that we would “live happily ever after”. We did not have an “instruction” or a “how to” book to guide us. It never occurred to us that the marriage relationship and day to day living was something that you had to work at to be successful and no idea how to how to go about that, so we learned as we went – on the job so to speak.

We learned that a good marriage takes some thought and restraint. Some things need to be excluded –

  • prejudice
  • intolerance
  • preconceived ideas
  • social conventions

It is what we made of things that mattered. We chose to put into our marriage a willingness to listen to each other, our ability to admit our mistakes, our abiding faith that we were in every sense partners in making our marriage work. We expressed our disappointments as well as our joys, frustrations as well as triumphs.. With these things included the dull matters of everyday living, over the course of time, became something quite unique to both of us. We learned to nurture our relationship, to bring to the surface things that had become hidden and suppressed. We learned to look for the extraordinary in the ordinary. And we are still learning.

So, here we are 60 years later, still learning, and wondering how did we get here so fast.

Thank-You For Loving Us

Ray and Betty Good

One is Not True

Listed are three things that I am telling you about myself; 2 are true, one is not. Can you identify to false statement?

  1. Ray and I spent the night in Beatty Memorial Mental Hospital in Westville, Indiana.
  2. I conned my astute father-in-law out of $20.00 for a box of chocolates.
  3. I walked – not ran – in the 40th BMO Marathon in Vancouver, BC, May of 2011.

Ray and Betty Good

Ice Tea Can

October 2018

On my daily walks shiny things always catch my eye. I am careful to look the object over very carefully before I pick it up as I cannot in good conscience throw an object back down again after I have picked it up to have a closer look. I have found a few coins – one time I dug 30 pennies out of the snow after pennies were no longer used as currency – a couple of times a $10 bill -(buys two visits to McDonalds for Ray and I) – but mostly nickles, dimes or quarters. Amost every day I come home with a can or two of aluminum beer cans or glass beer bottles, they are worth .20 at the recycle depot. A couple of times the beer cans were actually unopened.

Recently I got a glimpse of a can, walked over to it, a can of iced tea – not opened. I shook it, it rattled simular to the sound of a spray paint can that has a ball in it. Nearby was a plastic grocery bag. Well how convenient is that – an unopened can and a bag to carry it in. I brought it home and set in on the counter where it sat until several days later when it was really hot and I thought, “This would be a good time to have that iced tea”. So I preceeded to open the pop top can – the ring came off! Well, I should be able to just press the lip down but better use a screw driver to push it down, I don’t want to cut my finger. H-m-m-m-, it’s not moving, feels like something solid underneath. Maybe the can opener will give me access to the tea. The can opener did not want to cut where it should have, but the lid just came off by itself – (evidently it had been glued back on). Now the lid is off and I can see inside, it doesn’t seem to be tea. There is a layer of plaster of paris encircling a glass jar with a white screw on lid. By now I am really curious so I unscrewed the lid. I turned the can up side down and out fell a – I had no idea what it was. I will try to describe it, see if you know. It was metal about 4 inches long in total x 2 inches wide. There were 2 small cylinders at the top and a separate metal cap with a hole in it. Well, what in the world have I found? I showed it to Ray, he put it up to his nose for a smell, smelled a little oily, but we still did not have a clue. So what shall we do? Dispose of it? We don’t think so because it could be dangerous, besides we are curious. Shall we phone the RCMP? Yes, let’s do. We talked briefly with the receptionist, her suggestions were; just throw it out, or have a member come and pick it up, however there were no members at the station at the present or we could bring it down to the station. We chose to bring it down mainly because we’re still wondering what this thing is. We chatted with the receptionists, they had no idea, (or at least they claimed), or explaination. They just, again, advised to get rid of it and don’t drink from anything that you find on your daily walks. Duh! As we were talking a constable appeared, looked the object over and told us it was a vaporizer. Apparently e-cigarettes and vaporizers are very much the same – liquid is heated via a battery to produce vapor to inhale. He informed us that the appliance costs about $200. that kids google information to find out how to create hiding places that parents do not know about. Really! why would you go to such lenghts to keep informtion from adults? So we left the can and contents with the RCMP and walked away shaking our heads, thinking we learned something today, but did we really need that information? And just in case some younger generations out there – beware, we are not totally unaware.

Now it is your turn – tell us a story

Betty Good

April 2016

April 2016
Dawson Creek, BC

Typical spring in the Peace River country – warm sun, water running, mud, dust, geese are returning (haven’t seen a robin yet); as patches of snow recede green grass appears, leaves are beginning to think about popping out. We relished the unusual mild temperatures of our winter. I wore my heavy winter boots only 2 times, the heaviest winter coats, mitts and toques remained in the closet. The biggest snowfall of the season fell while we were in Vancouver; our neighbor kindly shoveled so when we got home the snow bank was at the side of the driveway.

Spending time in Vancouver was on Ray’s bucket list, so we chose December 15th, 2015 – January 31st,2016, hoping to escape shoveling mounds of snow and experience milder temperatures – how were we to know Dawson Creek’s winter would be the mildest ever?
The big city offers opportunities that are not available to us in northern BC.
*We soon learned to allow ourselves plenty of time to get to a venue as often we waited in line for as long as an hour;
*The sleigh ride over Canada with Santa was spectacular with Betty holding on tight even tho buckled in;
*Services in 3 different churches each with distinct personalities different from each other;
*Our apartment was right down town so we could walk where ever
we wanted to go, claiming our space on the sidewalk was a challenge without bumping someone and dodging umbrella spokes or dodging seniors in their motorized wheelchairs who seemed to claim the right-of-way ;
*Strolls along the waterfront observing huge freighters waiting to unload, boats of all sizes and grandeur, small ferries zipping passengers short distances, including us;
*High tea at the prestigious Wedgewood Hotel due to Betty talking the Maitre de for a table although we had no reservation:
*Dazzling Christmas lights, elaborately and creatively decorated Christmas trees.
*The sky train took us to a huge mall, (there was nothing there we could not live without);
*Time spent with children, grandchildren and friends living in the lower mainland;
*Receiving news of 1st cousins’ deaths – one on each side of the family and serious health problems with our daughter.
*Most of all we will remember the people that we meet, some only briefly, some chatting over coffee and cinnamon buns. Every person we meet brings something to our lives that was not there before; we are learning to cherish every person we meet. Our lives are so enriched by these brief encounters.

It is now just over a year ago that Ray was flown out to St. Paul’s hospital to remove a blood clot that was threatening his leg and life. The clot was removed and he came out of surgery with life and limb intact. He spent several weeks in hospital resting and recovery while hassling the staff and flirting with the student nurses , then Dr.s’ visits and home care nursing after we were home. Betty had to give me (rather volunteered) a series of shots in the stomach with a menacing look on her face. It was an amazing
experience. At no time did we feel afraid, we always knew that whatever the outcome, it was going to be OK. We learned to TRUST! Trust that someone who knew a lot more than we do was looking after us. We were once again reminded of how vital and important the support and company of our friends and family that share our values and experiences is. It brings us strength and courage, we are so grateful. We are presently almost back to pre-emergency surgery condition; nerves in Ray’s foot are growing back, he is working at bringing the yard back to where he wants it after a season of doing its own thing, working a full day, giving Sharon an entire day off. Has not yet returned to once a week bowling – maybe next year.

Spent a wonderful 10 days in Indiana with my siblings and extended family. A time of sharing memories, taking trips down memory lane, times of laughter, eating together, being silly and just quietly being together.

Plans for upcoming summer – nothing definite yet but some possibilities:
An Oswald reunion in Nebraska – is there anyone out there willing to offer me a place to stay for a week or so? Already have an offer for rides to and from Omaha airport.
Trip to southern Alberta;
Family coming to visit;
and who knows what adventure awaits or who might decide to look us up as they pass through our town.

How would you finish this sentence? My favorite thing about Spring is. . . . . . . . . . . . .

It is now May, the landscape has changed. Bushes are flowering, leaves continue to break forth from the winter rest, the Mayday trees are sending
us their almost overpowering aroma from a block away, large patches of yellow – pesky dandelions. Apparently spring is early all over BC, they are telling us the fruit crops in the Okanagan are ahead of schedule and that we can expect BC cherries in June. Unfortunately the warm, dry windy weather brings devastating wildfires burning north and east of us in Alberta, and north of us in BC; people have had to evacuate on very short notice. Costs are estimated in the billions of $ thousands of people displaced, (how can the effects to humans be measured?), awesome pictures on Google – (Fort McMurray, Alberta). Closest to our home about 40 miles, we are seeing no effects from our home.

Our goal is to eat healthy and be active, staying away from processed and packaged foods – (we make exceptions for ice cream) and cook like our mothers taught us – the buzz words are “eat clean” or “eat green”. I’ve tried kale, it chews like leather but leather tastes better. The yard work, sessions at the gym, and daily walks keep us active.

Life is short, and we do not have too much time to gladden the hearts of those who travel the way with us.
So be swift to love, make haste to be kind, and may the blessing of God be with you.

Thank-You For Loving Us!
Ray and Betty Good