Weekend in E Nicolaus

After 3 weeks of actively working, I was tired and ready for a relaxing weekend at Justin's.

Precise edging before mowing.

Part of this year's crop drying in the bed of Justin's second truck. There will be a full report once the LAST walnut has been picked up.

Great rock music blasted from the neighbor's garage.

There had been a strong north wind so there were lots of walnuts to pick up.

Friends with tools! Justin and Justin are about to attach the bucket

to easily fix the light.

After gathering, there's shelling in the garage. Special people who have been in my path the last few weeks have been receiving 1-pound packages of shelled walnuts - I think I've given away about 15 pounds.

Not E Nic, but a great fall colors view from Phyl and Dave's kitchen window which is where I had dinner tonight.

A perfect Saturday.

Unicorns v Pixies

St Ignatius is where Sophia attends school.

At games's end, The Tunnel.

Babysitting Sophia and Avery

This is what happens when you say "Strike a pose."

I was assured by Sophia that the poses were just as good from the back.

Sophia's on a soccer team at St Ignatius.

This is called "the jail." It was so cool, I was encouraged to take a picture and send it to Mom. Of course I complied.

Time to play Hide from Grandma Behind the Curtain.

Avery couldn't figure out how I was always able to find and tickle his toes.

Friday night at Phyl and Dave's

This was fun: 3 sons and 2 grandsons of Phyl and Dave met at their house to go to a football game at Rio Linda High School.  They were playing Casa Roble High School.

L-R: Juan, Dave, Chris Jr, Chris, Phyl, Jon, Greg. Juan recently graduated from Casa, all the other guys graduated from Rio Linda.

Rio linda won. They're having a great football season.

Happy 2nd Birthday Avery

and a peacock mask fitting.

Avery, "Me too."

Regina: goodbye

At last, a morning visit to Tim Horton's.

"The Ledge" as the locals say, ie the provincial legislature.

Lake Wascana. Here is the longest bridge over the shortest span of water.

Onto the Heritage Museum.

Regina is also home to the Saskatchewan Rough Riders. Regina and the rest of the province are crazy in love with their team.

A quick tour of the RCMP Academy, Depot Division which has been providing police training to Royal Canadian Mounted Police "cadets" since its establishment in 1885.

Two gardeners talk about plants.

Time to say goodbye. Thank you Glenn so much for your gracious hospitality.

As it turned out, mechanical difficulties would delay our departure and we ended up spending the night in Denver.  The next morning would be a mad scramble to get to work for Justin and to a meeting for me. We all had a great time.

Regina: day 3

We drove north from Regina into the Qu'Appelle Valley.

The northern side of the valley.  We would turn east on the first road we came to to get to the family farm.

A view from the top.

On the other side of the road, harvested fields and ...

Wheatwyn Church.

Built in 1907 by a small group of German Lutheran immigrants.

Part of a Sunday school list from the 1950s. Six of the first nine on the list are my cousins. Note the poor attendance of Harold Hodel - no stars at all. Could I be related to him also?

In the cemetery behind the church, my mother's parents graves.

Out to the fields where the final harvesting is taking place. At right is cousin Donald, Glenn's brother.

Donald bought Uncle Fernie's farm when he retired.  Uncle Fernie and Aunt Ardyth once lived out here before moving into the village of Markinch. Donald donated the farm house to be used for an RCMP bomb training scenario. This is what's left.

I rode in the combine with Donald's son Marc for a few passes and loved it.

Thais rode around with Reg. In a good year of wheat farming, they harvest about 25-30 bushels/acre, in a very good year about 40 bushels.  This year it's about 60! A bumper crop as they say.

Justin drove the grain truck.

Off they go as the sun gets lower in the sky. They should be done by the end of the week, just in time for Canadian Thanksgiving on the 14th.

From the truck

to the granary.

I think my mom was the first child (the 4th of 6) to be born inside this house.

Donald's wife Marcia.

We drove to Southey to have dinner at cousin Angela (Glenn's sister) and Les' house. Glenn's family (L-R) Jordan, Glenn, Andrea. Glenn is holding grandson Romen.

To Glenn's left is his mother Adeline, Angela and Les.

Another great day, time is passing too quickly.