Tuesday, October 4, 2016

The Prince and the Princess on Tour in Canada

The young Royal family visited British Columbia Canada from September 23 to October 2, 2016.
The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge (William and Kate) brought their darling children, Prince George and  Princess Charlotte with them. Of course I didn't see them in person, but the internet is marvelous for photo opportunities.
These photos were found on Pinterest, and were taken by various photographers at Government House in Victoria on Thursday, Sept 29th.

Balloons and farm animals were the order of the day.
I love the expressions on little Charlotte's face.

She is just so adorable.

Little Prince George isn't far behind.

Princess Charlotte reminds me of Queen Elizabeth II.

She sat on the patient dog!

I love the clothes that she wears.

Princess Charlotte loved the balloons and spoke her first word in public: pop!

The children were seen three times; when they landed, at the party, and when they left from Victoria. It was a real treat.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Getting rid of Christian or conscientious Doctors in Canada...

I heard on my radio news this morning that Prof Udo Schuklenk (a Cdn bioethicist) said that "Doctors have a professional obligation to put their morals aside and provide you with any legal medical service you need." (whether that is abortion or Dr assisted suicide) He also said “Traditionally we have accepted that there is something honourable about respecting doctors who object on grounds of conscience to the provision of certain professional services and we think we ought to accommodate them,” says Schuklenk, the Ontario research chair in Bioethics at Queen’s University in Kingston. “My problem with this attitude is that I think it is abusive behaviour. When you think about conscientious objection, you’ll find that it’s never a professional decision.”
I found this online:
Many doctors and religious groups oppose his views, calling them an intolerant attack on conscientious objection but Schuklenk says no one is forcing anyone to enter the profession. “When we take up a job, we know perfectly well what we have to deliver in terms of the scope of the job description,” he argues. “All of these doctors knew when they joined the profession that it would include the provision of abortion and it will also soon include the provision of medically aided dying. They also knew that job descriptions can change. Society ultimately decides the scope of the profession. If you don’t like it, do not join the profession.”
This report on the radio, and what I found above online, made me feel really ill. This professor also states that no one forces anyone to become a Dr and if you have conscientious objections due to morals or religious beliefs you should not become a doctor. 
I heard the above this morning on the radio news on News1130, a station I always listen to. I was shocked and appalled. So now we must get rid of all Christian thought, belief, all morals, all kindness to humanity, deny our Christian heritage and teaching, and think like this professor? Suddenly I desire to live in a different country, one with compassion and belief in God; I desire a heavenly country as I don't belong here on earth. But I can't let my light hide under a bushel. I totally disagree with this man. I believe there is a difficult fight ahead of us. I hope we can remain firm and steadfast and true above all to God and His righteousness.
By Loretta Houben

Saturday, September 3, 2016

My parent's 61st anniversary!

Congratulations to my dear parents, Jack & Susie Williams, on their 61st wedding anniversary today!
In today's mixed up world, which doesn't seem to have a clue what true marriage is or how to maintain it, it's amazing that a couple are still together after 61 years.
The government should give them a medal or some acknowledgement, but of course that is probably not feasible.
The marriage was made before God and is precious in His eyes.
He takes note and is aware of the unions made before Him and breakable only by death.
After all, there are no marriages in Heaven; none made and none kept. It's a sobering thought.
May the Lord deeply bless you, dear Mom and Dad.
Love from Loretta & Robert.

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

My Mother's handmade baby quilt for me:

My Mom, Susie Williams, loves to embroider.
She has always wished to make a proper quilt, but so far has never got around to it.
But in 1960 she made me an adorable embroidered quilt which I still have and I just love it.

The hen and chicks are one of my favourite blocks! 
My Mom's stitching is so neat.
I love the fabric she chose to block the quilt.
This was on my bed for years until I outgrew it.
I used to pretend it was in my covered wagon, in those long ago days when I played Laura Ingalls on top of my bed!

Another of the darling blocks.
I love hand made items, don't you?
By Loretta Williams Houben

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Another genealogy article written for the RCC newspaper.

I had another genealogy article published in the RCC newspaper this month!
I had missed writing the articles, so came up with this idea on how to solve the mystery of an un-known maiden name. I had thought you needed to find the person's marriage certificate, but voila! You can also find the maiden name on a DEATH certificate! Usually this involves a fee of around $50 but I found out the mystery for FREE thanks to a kind volunteer at the Naicam SK museum.

I had wondered for many years what Nellie's maiden name was.
No one had thought to ask my Grandpa when he was alive, and he died in 1974, so this mystery has gone unsolved for many years.
There are only two photos of Nellie, which was a nick name for Ellen.
The one above which was published in the paper isn't good resolution due to its small size, but it's a photo which has always intrigued me.
I'm thrilled that I cracked the mystery of Nellie's maiden name: EGERTON!
One thing has led to another, and I now have quite a few more clues about Nellie and her life in Canada, plus a few more mysteries.

Here is a copy of Nellie's death certificate, January 6, 1926, age 38.

By Loretta Houben

Monday, June 20, 2016

Memory Monday: Going to the Farm

I've always enjoyed drawing.
I majored in Art in High School, put together a portfolio for art courses in college, and intended to go but had no funds. After getting a job at Canarim on Granville Street downtown as a credit clerk I discovered the joy of the weekly paycheque, so although I saved a great deal of money, I never did get to art school, and instead after 4 years of office work I got married and used the money as a down payment on a house, which in Vancouver BC was a wise investment, and maybe much better than two years in college!
Here are two hand drawings of a look at every day life in our family.
I wish I'd drawn more, but at the time I didn't think our life was all that exciting.

However, each summer as soon as school let out, we headed South to the USA. My Mom loved to visit Amity Oregon, where her brother Ed Brutke lived on the family farm where she had been born, and had grown up. To this day she misses the fields of Amity, and the quiet peaceful life of the farm. She only lived there for 19 years but it's still in her blood. She's now been in Canada for 60 years and is truly more Canadian than American! The drawing above shows the family car loaded up, with my Dad not shown as he's inside the garage locking up. Poor Dad never had a modern door with a remote garage opener; instead he had a heavy wooden door which had to be locked from the inside. Rain or shine he had to go inside the garage first, open the door, and heave it up with his arms. Poor man....Sugar was Leona's pet rabbit, bought in Richmond when she was 8 years old. At the time of this drawing Sugar was 5 years old, and I believe she died shortly after. Leona always loved pets. My Grandma Williams, who lived just two houses up the lane, took care of our house, garden, lawn, and any pets we had.
We usually stayed for 1 - 2 weeks at Uncle Ed's and had a marvelous happy vacation.

Another drawing...actually hand painted by myself with a simple paint set. I was only 13 and I was really proud of this drawing in my sketch book. The farmhouse is still there, with a new owner. It was sold in 2005 and we visited in 2006 with my parents. The place is changed but basically the same, yet not the same, as strangers now live there. But I'm happy someone bought it. I believe it was only $125,000 for the house and the acreage. A secret dream of mine was always to live in it, but of course, I'm not a farmer and it would be too difficult for Robert to commute to work, as I'm sure he could find work with his expertise in software design, but I don't think there is good WiFi in the area.
We visited again last summer in 2015, and the whole area is now greatly changed with the trees chopped down and many new large homes built. Uncle Ed and my grandparents, Adolph and Helen Brutke, would be horrified. 
Change is inevitable, so these old drawings which bring back such happy memories are a sweet blessing to me. I'm glad I didn't throw them out!

By Loretta Houben

Saturday, June 18, 2016

My Dad, Jack Williams.

Here is my Dad, Jack, known as Jackie when younger.
His father's name was John, and he was named John, but called Jackie to differentiate. 
Isn't he handsome?
 He has always been a spiffy dresser. He liked to wear a suit and tie to church, and he has never worn a pair of jeans in his life! I wanted to buy him a pair when I had my first job, but he said no way. All his life he's been a hard worker. He was a fork lift shipper at Glidden Paints for 30 years. When he left for work each day at 7:30 am he would grab his lunch bucket in which my mom had placed two sandwiches (one of which was always peanut butter and jam) and a banana and apple, plus dessert, and he would give us a kiss, run down the wooden stairs into the basement, and yell "Bye, be good!" He'd return home at 5:30 pm, and my Mom would have a delicious hot meal ready. We'd always eat together around the kitchen table. 6 of us would squeeze in. Dad's job was wiping the table down after the meal, and doing the dishes, until Leona and I were old enough to do them. Dad was a member of the church choir, and an usher, and he took his duties seriously. Every Wednesday night he would shave and dress up in his suit and head to Bible study. He never missed a meeting. He also drove the church bus for Sunday School when he was younger, and he was involved in street meetings (when they had them many years ago) and in the Seaman's work at the docks. He would read his Bible each evening in the kitchen, and get up early to pray in the mornings in the living room. I've always felt surrounded by his love and care for me and our family. I'm blessed to have had a Dad like him. Although he was quiet and not very talkative when I was growing up, recently in his senior years (due to his blindness) I'm getting to know him very well, as he enjoys talking and he has a phenomenal memory for things in the past. Happy Father's Day, Dad! God bless you!

Jack met his sweetheart, Susie Brutke, in Oregon in 1955 and married her later that year.
She moved to Canada, where all their children were born.

Here is my Dad in his workshop at 3382 Monmouth Avenue in Vancouver BC, just before they moved after selling their house in 1998. They lived there for 35 years.
I always loved my Dad's workshop. It was filled with quite an array of stuff!
Dad would often listen to his radio while working here. Just past it was the cellar where my Mom kept vegetables and fruit and all her canned jars of preserves.
I'm thankful for my precious memories.
By Loretta Houben