A MEANINGFUL MEMORY - PART 3


Part 1 - here        Part 2 - here


We arrived in October, a gorgeous fall month, with colors I had not recalled being in Germany! But in those years we had more snow than we have nowadays. November and December brought much colder temperatures and even blizzards. It was not an easy start in this new country. These cold, did I say cold, winter months always brought with them days or even weeks of unemployment for our dad. He would often sit at the front window and simply stare out. He could not find other work in the meantime but knew that as soon as the weather turned nice he had his job with the construction crew. Sometimes it would be 8-12 weeks before they could work again. Dad and his crew were conscientious workers and performed their work with pride and excellence.


To help with the family finances, and pay off the travel expenses, Mom got a job as a cleaning lady in some very beautiful homes.  The women who hired her took a personal interest in our family.  Often these wealthy ladies would send home hand-me downs from their older children!  It seemed strange to me that a lot of items still had labels on them or even part of the price ticket and hardly seemed worn! Oh, the women would explain that they had bought this for their daughter; it didn’t fit after all but would probably still fit mom’s girls! Mom would want to buy it from them but they made it seem like mom would be doing them a huge favor accepting it as a gift! We were not too proud and Mom accepted graciously.  Mom was a great housekeeper, a good cook and took good care of us as children.  I remember that mom was proud to have an income -  $5.00 per 8 hr. workday plus bus fare and a free lunch!  Later on mom got a nighttime cleaning job at a large downtown office tower for $.65/hour salary.  She always did the best with what she had.


We children walked about 8 long city blocks to school.  No, it wasn’t uphill both ways, lol!  These were the prairies – flat land! The teachers were wonderful! I had been in fourth grade in Germany, but now had to go back to grade one to learn English. It was a little hard for a big and tall, strapping 4th grader to be put back with the 1st graders, but I survived the ridicule! I was a quick study and in six weeks I was at my appropriate grade.  These teachers were very dedicated and even helped us after school – on their own time.


In many instances my parents relied on my knowledge of the language – it was much harder for them.  It didn’t help that they worshiped, socialized, worked and even shopped in only German circles. Eventually they would read, write and comprehend the language very well, but always spoke with a distinct accent and never did get the grammar quite right – which made for some funny conversations!  (After 5 years in the country we were allowed to apply for citizenship and finally became Canadians.)


For us children there was even German School on Saturday mornings, sponsored by the church, so that we wouldn’t forget our language and our heritage. My uncle, the pastor, also coordinated this program. Mom taught for many years and when I turned 16, I taught the younger children too! Not only were we taught German, but we also received Religion/Faith classes. We did learn a lot - even if we didn't always pay attention! I loved going mainly because it meant that we could be with other children!
We had a sense of extended family and built many wonderful friendships!


HAPPY THANKSGIVING



With thanks to my friend Irene Seaman
for permission to use her photos!

Thank you for Your majesty,
For the beauty that I see,
In every tiny flower.


Thank you for your faithfulness,
Through every thunderstorm no less,
With its display of power.


Thank you for the sweet refrain
Of the light, refreshing rain,
Dancing on the lake.


Thank you, too, for love you pour
Like the ocean waves that roar
With the pulsing sounds they make.


Thank you that we’re free to soar
Like the eagle at the shore,
High above the noisy crowds.


Thank you for my loved one’s hand,
As we stroll along the sand,
Our heads in the clouds.


Thank you that in everything,
Flowers, oceans, birds that sing,
We behold your beauty.


It’s all from YOU, 
this earthly treasure,
Yet You’ve made us 
for Your own pleasure.
I worship You in love
Our awesome God above!



Karin Ristau

THE PASTOR'S WIFE



With thanks to my friend Irene Seaman from Academy Florist
for permission to use this photo of a lovely bouquet!

This is my bouquet to pastors' wives everywhere -
from my observations and comments of her people!
In her own strength she will never live up to this
but she can do all things through Christ Jesus!

Her friendly smile is like a smile from God.
She warmly welcomes all with loving touch.
And though she gives herself away,
She's never short-changed; 
she's been blessed so much.


Her cup, filled with the love 
of her heavenly Father,
Just bubbles over to others in need.
She takes time to talk 
with those who are lonely;
Her open heart shows in every kind deed.


It's easy to love all those who love us,
But she sees deeper and through the facade.
She even keeps loving those 
who have hurt her -
with the same kind of grace 
she's received from her Lord.


She loves her husband, 
an anointed of God.
She's always supportive 
and seeking his good.
She's secure in his love; 
so thankful he's loved
as he cares for the sheep 
as a good shepherd should.


As she serves her family 
and the family of God
She does it with gladness, 
as unto the Lord.
There's many a sacrifice 
she secretly makes,
But great will be her eternal reward.


You are loved and respected 
for just who you are!
Not only because you're our pastor's wife!
I want you to know 
that I'll lift you in prayer
As we're sharing 
this part of our journey in life.

Karin Ristau
copyright

FROM THE MOUTH OF BABES

A friend forwarded me this e-mail.  Quite a message!!


A father wanted to read a magazine but was being bothered by his little girl. She wanted to know what the United States (or put in any country!) looked like. Finally, he tore a sheet out of his new magazine on which was printed the map of the country. Tearing it into small pieces, he gave it to her and said, 'Go into the other room and see if you can put this together. This will show you our whole country today.'

After a few minutes, she returned and handed him the map, correctly fitted and taped together. The father was surprised and asked how she had finished so quickly. 'Oh,' she said, 'on the other side of the paper is a picture of Jesus. When I got all of Jesus back where He belonged, then our country just came together.'

Sooo........ 

when we get Jesus back where He Belongs--
our country - yours and mine -  will come together.






A MEANINGFUL SONG

A friend had this on facebook today 
and I thought I would share it with you!  
I was blessed! 






HE IS WITH YOU


There’s a time to live
And a time to die
There’s a time to laugh
And a time to cry
There’s a time for war
And a time for peace
There’s a hand to hold
In the worst of these

He is with you when your faith is dead
And you can’t even get out of bed
Or your husband doesn’t kiss you anymore
He is with you when your baby’s gone
And your house is still,
And your heart’s a stone
Cryin’ God, what’d You do that for
He is with you

There’s a time for yes
And a time for no
There’s a time to be angry
And a time to let it go
There is a time to run
And a time to face it
There is love to see you
Through all of this

He is with you in the conference room
When the world is coming down on you
And your wife and kids don’t know you anymore
He is with you in the ICU
When the doctors don’t know what to do
And it scares you to the core
He is with you

We may weep for a time
But joy will come in the morning
The morning light

He is with you when your kids are grown
When there’s too much space
And you feel alone
And you’re worried if you
got it right or wrong
Yes He is with you
when you’ve given up on ever finding your true love
Someone who feels like home
He is with you

When nothing else is left
And you take your final breath
He is with you

REMEMBRANCE

Hope you won't mind this re-post!



Picture is of a pretty box I have



Far as the straining eye could hope to see
Poppies! Such delicate and filmy blooms!
A sea of red - just as the pulsing blood
That coursed the veins of soldiers, now in tombs.

They died heroically to keep our rights and freedoms;
The right to life, to liberty, security.
Their valiant deaths must never be in vain;
Though flawed and blemished our democracy.

Pay tribute to the ranks of soldiers brave
Whose acts, courageous, daring, bold
Snuffed out their very breath!
Gone was their chance to love, grow old.

Their sacrifice none must forget!
From seasoned saint to hopeful youth,
We still proclaim what’s right, what’s wrong!
We must not fear to speak God’s truth.

For if we’re silenced, then will God our Judge
Call forth the stones to shout out loud.
Lord, for your Kingdom may we be willing to endure
And suffer taunts and jeers among the crowd.

Let us stand firm in faith and fortitude.
A sea of red flows from the Cross of Calvary.
For Christ’s own blood was sacrificed
To save mankind and set the captive free!

He gives to us eternal life, security, true liberty!
He is our God; was mortal man; He is our brother.
The only Perfect One who died to save us all.
Remember His cross – the bridge to the Father!

Karin Ristau ©




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We Remember! 


Check it out here

SOLDIERS OF THE KING

Having heard numerous stories of spiritual abuse
within the church - by those who left it -
the Lord prompted me to write this poem.
Perhaps it will be of help to someone!
Pass it on!


“What kind of kingdom is this, Lord,
Where soldiers don’t defend their King?”
“Where some just warm their weekly pews
And come for show - to pray and sing?
Where they’re boxed in behind high walls
Of legalism, fear and shame,
Where they waste time in jealousies
In playing Satan’s game?
Where they are fighting one another,
And wound each other in Your Name?
Why not join hands?  Take the offensive!
The world would never be the same!
Do they not know that there’s a war
Just right outside their very gates?
Why have they chosen safe retreat?
Why do they think that Satan waits
With his attacks on weary souls,
Who seek redemption, seek release
From sin’s dark bondage, chains of past?
His fiery darts will just increase!
It’s time for soldiers of the King
To rise in boldness, take a stand!
To proudly follow Christ's commands!
Then HE will heal their land.
You’ve got a voice, use it to speak
Against injustices you see.
You need not conquer the whole world,
Start with your own community.
With certainty and confidence
Address the things that are not right.
In love, respect, and truthfulness
Point others to the Light.
This world is not our final home,
It is a battle zone.
Let’s be real soldiers of OUR KING
Until HE calls us home.

Karin Ristau
copyright

SCRIPTURE SONG




The Apostle Paul appeals to Christians in 
Colossians 3:16, 
"Let the Word of Christ dwell in you richly
in all wisdom, teaching and 
admonishing one another in 
psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, 
singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord."

What's your favorite song or chorus?




A MEANINGFUL MEMORY - part 2

Part 1 is here

After landing in Quebec and clearing customs, we got on a train, destination Winnipeg, Manitoba.  We boarded, but the train wasn’t leaving for a long while yet.  We had to fend for ourselves.  Father had no idea how, but courageously went to buy some food.  Knowing a bit of French was apparently quite helpful as he did come back with something familiar -  fromage – cheese.  The other things he bought resembled nothing we had in the old country.   He bought what they called bread! That stuff was pure white, like cotton, light and fluffy, while back home bread had some substance, was dark, rich, moist and tasty solid rye!  What he brought back and told us was butter  - was horrible, salty and wouldn’t even spread well on bread – tearing it to shreds.  We were not fussy eaters but this stuff was totally foreign!! At least the apples were familiar! I think we nibbled on some cheese and did try the bread and butter because we were sooooo hungry!

We did not enjoy our two-day ride in what was a dirty filthy train!  Soot, dust, grit everywhere coming through the cracks in the windows! There was no place to get comfortable.  Every time you used the ‘washroom’ facilities, you froze your tush!  And what you tried to flush landed on the tracks beneath! How disgusting was that!! Where in the world have we landed!!! Now I’m surprised mom didn’t go into a depression! Don't forget this was October 1954! 

At last we pulled into Winnipeg!  Auntie, dad’s sister and her family, who had immigrated a few years earlier, picked us up and we stayed at her house. Ahhhh, a nice warm, large home! Beds, indoor plumbing, lovely furniture, a cuckoo clock, records and player, a coal furnace, and best of all -  great food! She must know where to shop!  Wow – in our eyes she was rich!! Unbelievable that in such a short time in this country she had all this!! She also showed us how to toast that fluffy white bread and spread peanut butter and jelly on it!! YUM! Although the peanut butter took getting used to – it stuck to the roof of our mouth! 

One thing in this new country that I couldn't handle was all the litter.  In Germany everyone keeps the front of their own house and business immaculate, but here there was such abundance that folks just freely threw so much away. I love things neat and tidy and wanted to go around removing the litter from the streets!  My folks wouldn't let me. To this day I can't throw a candy wrapper on the street! LOL


On the last day of October, Auntie introduced us to a very strange custom of this new land.  Apparently everyone in town participated in this event every year she had learned. All the cousins dressed up in costumes and were sent from house to house begging for food. Imagine that! She said that to make it more fun, kids put on costumes.  Because we couldn’t afford costumes, we could dress up as hobos.  She put patches on our clothes, gave us a pillowcase to carry and we went from house to house, hollering, “Halloween apples”.  People were very generous and in just a couple of blocks of this exercise we had collected enough apples and candy to last the whole family until Christmas.  Wow, these folks were extremely generous! We really liked getting all this free fruit and even candy! We were so grateful and thanked the Lord for the help He provided through strangers!

We immediately connected to a wonderful church family of immigrants whose support, encouragement and love we still have and value to this day! Perhaps more of our church life another time.


After the first two weeks of staying with Aunt Hulda and family, we finally found an apartment to rent that would allow children.  A family from church owned a huge house and took in boarders and renters like us.  We got a 3rd floor, attic apartment – a largish kitchen with eating area and one big bedroom for all of us! Washroom with tub on the 2nd floor!  I wonder if that place still exists.  88 Spence St. Winnipeg! 

That’s what we called HOME for the next while! We had to play quietly inside the apartment – so many people living in one home.  Some did shift work.  Luckily for us there was school within walking distance and a fabulous playground where children our age could expend their energies, get all tuckered out and sleep well! Dad found work with a bunch of fellows from church on a construction crew.  We were settling in very nicely! We had no idea what to expect of the coming winter though!


Amazing how God works. Dad’s brother and his family had applied later than we did to immigrate, but their papers were expedited and processed sooner because Uncle Waldemar had received a call from the church in Winnipeg to be their pastor. 

What a wonderful family reunion! Another of dad’s single brothers, Uncle Rudi, had been the first to immigrate and had sent word that the others should come. He never painted a rosy picture; never exaggerated about the helicopter-sized mosquitoes in the summer and the minus 50-degree bitter cold in the winter! He told it like it is.  That didn’t deter these four siblings and their families to have a new start in a new country! Canada was now our home even though we still had many, many family ties to the old country.


Check my sidebar for a painting of a Winnipeg blizzard by artist, David Ristau, our nephew!


Our family story was only a very small part of a much larger story  recorded  by Dr. Wm. Sturhahn, They Came From East and West  - pictured below.




to be continued - who knows when.......

BARKING


Our grandkids puppy - MILO!
My bark sounds a little -- ok, well -- a lot deeper, lol!


About midway into our wonderful visit with family and friends, I picked up a horrible cough and now sound like a barking dog! We cut our visit to our daughter and family short and came home. There's no place like home - especially when feeling sick.  As this is NOT the flu, I'm just resting, drinking lots of fluids, and taking my extra vitamins to help my body fight this thing!  I seem to get one of these every 3-4 years it seems!  This too shall pass and I'll hopefully be back at work next week!

Thanks for your thoughts and prayers during our time away!

ON THE ROAD AGAIN



Would you please water 
my plants while we're gone?


Off to visit family and friends in Manitoba
and then visit our daughter in southern Alberta
before returning home November 3, 2009.

BE WELL my dear blog friends!






SUBMISSION


The babbling brooks
The crystal clear falls
The rolling rivers
Rush down the mountains
Strive through deep gorges
Meander through lush valleys
Become ultimately one
with the vast oceans,
Giving up their own identity
Beginning their new destiny
So too must my will
Be totally immersed
in the will of the Holy Spirit
No longer am I me
But totally immersed in Him
Under His control
Yielded to Him, willingly,
who is now everything to me
I long to be one
with the One who loves me eternally.
 

Karin Ristau ©