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Memorable Moments Down Wedding Day Lane

Memorable Moments Down Wedding Day Lane

On Saturday, October 13, 1956, my parents tied the knot.

Wow! Sixty years ago today.

To mark the occasion of their sixtieth wedding anniversary, hubby and I presented them with a congratulatory certificate from the Prime Minister of Canada this past Thanksgiving Sunday.

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Last week, while chatting with my mom on the phone, I asked if she’d share a memorable moment of her wedding.

Mom chuckled. “Do you really want to know?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know,” I said with pen poised.

My pen barely kept up with the memories that tumbled out. (I didn’t include them all. Grin)

Mom’s Memorable Moments – The Wedding Ceremony

Dad and I were married at the Finnish Lutheran Church in Timmins, Ontario. I believe the ceremony was at one or two in the afternoon.

One memorable moment that struck me was the mural at the front of the church. It was of Jesus, knocking at a door—much like he knocks at our heart’s door.

Wedding ceremonies sure have changed. The minister didn’t even ask the guests to sit down while he performed the ceremony. I felt especially bad for my father-in-law. He was not well. He had Silicosis.

It was an unusually hot, October Saturday. It was so hot that right after the ceremony our female guests had to go home to change out of their knit dresses (which were in vogue at the time) before returning to the reception at the Airport Hotel in South Porcupine.

Mom’s Memorable Moments – The Honeymoon

After our reception, we drove to New Liskeard, Ontario. My brother, Martti, was kind enough to lend us his new 1955 Pontiac. We didn’t have much money back then.

And the only clothing I owned that was suitable to pack for our honeymoon was a sleeveless, black and white dress with a matching, patterned bolero jacket, a skirt, sweater, bobby socks and saddle shoes.

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My late, uncle Martti with my mom in 1954.

Later that night, after throwing open the door of our motel room, your dad and I laughed.

Our sleeping accommodations consisted of two twin beds.

The next morning, we headed to Niagara Falls (the honeymoon capital).

Our first stop, though, was Crystal Beach. Your dad wanted to visit his cousins. That second night, his cousins kept knocking on our motel window.

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Dad’s Memorable Moments

“Mom, please ask Dad to come to the phone. I want to hear all about his memorable moments.”

Dad wouldn’t come to the phone. He was far too busy unloading the dishwasher.

So Mom relayed my dad’s profound memorable moment.

He said, “I got married.”

I heard a muffled chuckle come through the phone.

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Well, on that note I’ll end with . . .

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May God grant you many more memorable moments.

“The Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.” Genesis 2:18 (NIV)

Sixty years of marriage is truly a memorable moment!

 

Until next time,

 

Tracy

 

P.S. How long have your parents been married?

THE COURAGE OF A COWARDLY LIONESS

THE COURAGE OF A COWARDLY LIONESS

Late last Monday evening, I listened to the new Prime Minister of Canada, The Right Honourable Justin Trudeau, deliver a moving victory speech.

After plopping into bed, a gale force thought swirled around in my brain.

God, I can’t do that! The last thing I want to do is write a letter to the Prime Minister.

I tossed and turned. Finally, I drifted into a restless sleep.  

The next morning, the same thought torpedoed my brain. The mere thought of contacting the Prime Minister (of all people) made me nauseous.

 

The Cowardly Lion--illustration by William Wallace Denslow in The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (1900)

The Cowardly Lion–illustration by William Wallace Denslow in The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (1900)

For days, I couldn’t focus on my art or my writing, and I couldn’t sleep either.

Okay, I’ll do it. I leaped into my suit of faith. You do know, Lord, I have no clue what I’m supposed to write.

And then, words began to flow.

 

Dear Prime Minister Trudeau:

Congratulations on becoming Canada’s 23rd Prime Minister.

Moved by your powerful victory speech, I was compelled to write.

Like you, my maternal grandparents believed, “We can make anything happen if we put our minds to it.”

With a few suitcases and a toddler in tow, they left their homeland, Finland, and immigrated to Canada—a land that promised freedom and a bright future for their offspring. And because of their great sacrifice, I can proudly say, “I am a Canadian.”

I was also pleased to hear you say, “We know in our bones that Canada was built by people from all corners of the world who worship every faith, who belong to every culture, who speak every language. We believe in our hearts that this country’s unique diversity is a blessing.”

Indeed, our country’s unique diversity is a blessing as was evidenced when you spoke of the practicing Muslim mother you encountered on your campaign trail—the young mom who has the freedom to wear a hijab headscarf, the one who touched you when she said, “She’s voting for you because she wants to make sure that her little girl has the right to make her own choices in life and that her government will protect those rights.”

I also want my grandchildren’s choices and rights protected, but sadly, last year, my eight-year-old granddaughter’s basic human rights were usurped. When her teacher spotted a cross dangling from my granddaughter’s necklace she told her to tuck the cross under her blouse, and then she told her she must never wear it to school again as it may “offend” other faiths.

It saddens my heart knowing my granddaughter and other Christian children in the public school system have lost the right:

  • to bring a Bible to school,
  • to wear a cross,
  • to recite the Lord’s Prayer, and
  • to opt out of Sex-Ed classes, those that contradict timeless, biblical principles.

I humbly request that our new government revisit my dire concerns, as I too, believe it’s time for a change, REAL change that will guarantee religious freedom for “all” Canadians.

Respectfully,

Tracy Campbell

I mailed the letter with my card shown below.

A Whimsical Greeting Card - Tracy Campbell

A Whimsical Greeting Card by Tracy Campbell

Printed on the left inside of the card is the following quote:

“To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream, not only plan, but also believe.” – Anatole France

I have no clue what will happen next, I just believe that…

“Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” – Hebrews 11:1 (NIV)

I urge you to write to your government. Be “Ewe-Neek” and take a stand for what’s right.

Blessings,

Tracy

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