New Home


At times in our lives, we are forced or chose to move.
I have been having a problem with my old home has developed a large integration with it’s carrier Google.
The site has become very complicated. And instead of just popping on and sharing with you, I find I am a part of a sci-fi circle and all kinds of folks, some that do not reflect my views or interest, are paging me.
I will try wordpress and see if that is a bit more user friendly.
I HOPE I manage to keep in touch with my readers.

Have a good day. and hope to hear from you.    PATTY-ANNE…..

Goodbye Christopher Michael Lea


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Chris joined our family on February 18 1987. He was perfect. His shape and form was that of a Gerber’s baby. Everyone who met him fell in love with him.

After 29 years of love, respect, pain, rejection, triumph and failure. He was surrounded and adored by 4 brothers, Ewan, Graeme, Duncan, and Cameron. He also had one sister Rae-anne. 20161005_185817

As I was looking through my pictures of Chris I found one brother who always in the back ground, Ewan. The oldest and the youngest. Chris’s hero.

When we went to Long Beach, Chris being less than a year, Ewan ran through the surf with Chris in his stroller up hills, over trails until the wheels actually fell off the stroller, so then he piggy backed the giggling drooling moppet.20161005_190439

They had other adventures, when Chris fell and cut his chin, all the boys disappeared then I heard what sounded like a swarm of bees as my boys were surrounding Dr. Lowe and bringing to tend their brother.

Benny Lowe became a surrogate uncle and took him to the beach every day. One time after surfaced from a dive, he found no Chris. Frantically, Benny dove over and over looking for his little buddy. Finally, in utter despair he went to Dr. Fenton house to call the police and me. Here he finds Chris on the sundeck drinking lemon aid and eating gingersnaps

He argued with teachers that he was half Chinese because he had Chinese uncles. When Benny was battling cancer, Chris went and stayed at the Lowe home to help with nursing Benny.

He spent every special holidays with the Lowes. Especially Chinese New Year. He loved the Lychee, little red bags with money.

I have pictures of Benny, bike upside down oiling it and Chris right behind him, his tricycle upside down copying everything Benny did.

He grew and thrived, a little man following his daddy every where he went and imitating what ever his dad was doing.

I Remember when they had that Grandad and grandson tea at school. Chris didn’t have a grandad so he chose a Dutch couple from the Church. Dave and Elly Vandroglen as his grandparent. He did this all by himself.  So on the appointed day , Dave went to tea  with him.

He and Dave developed a close relationship and Dave would take him to under 5’s at Church each Wednesday.

Elly always had a sweetie in her purse on Sundays.

One day Dave passed away and Chris was heart broken. He still had his Elly or Oma as he called her.

She moved into a townhouse . When she needed her plants watering and couldn’t pull the hoses, he would bike down to her apartment, hand water the pots then wait while the water sprinkler needed moving..Oma would always have a big candy bar for him.

Dave bought him  a child Bible for Christmas.

I will give it to Chris’s daughter when she gets older. I will enjoy sharing some of the stories with her.

Christoper and his daughter Kiera Lea.

Christoper and his daughter Kiera Lea.

He was a Local legend in track and field winning gold medals in Cowichan Island Ara, District, and Mid Island Region.

He was 5 star cub with 1st Chemainus Mt Brenton cubs. He really worked for this. Chris has some severe learning difficulties, so instead of using the regular reader. His teacher Cez Deveaux let him work his way through his cub book, so he would not only learned to read, he earned his badges. a Wonderful win / win solution.
He had several other educators who were stars in his otherwise hurtful educational experiences.
Shirley Blackstaff wrote a book about ADHD as her husband had the same condition. She made his work area conducive to learning. There was a little boy who came from reduced circumstance. Chris spent a couple of days collecting pop  and beer cans. He ended up with $12. He gave the money to Mrs. Blackstaff for paying for hot dogs on hotdog day and cup cakes when they were selling for the little man who had gone without on other treat days.

He had a little friend who was confined to a wheel chair and so when they went to the field trip, he would bring her star fish, sand dollars and other items that she had never had the opportunity to touch before.

He entered a contest at the BC Forest Museum and won. The Prize was 5 family passes to the museum. Chris did his math and there were enough passes to take his whole class. Mrs. Blackstaff went along with his plan, so his class got a surprise filed trip.

And last but not least Tammy Renyard. Another gifted educator. She would pick him up from home and drive him to school. She made sure he did his homework in her car as they travel. He adored her. Every day, he would go get a special coffee for her, just to see her smile.

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Chris was a notable athlete, not only in track and field. He was a soccer player and then a star Rugby player. His coach, Barkley Logan, played him in both under 16 league and because he looked older also played him in under 19.

I remember one day in particular when Chris got the ball in his own end zone, he made a run to the other end of the other end and made a touch down. he dived for the line with half of the opposing team pulling on him, but he hung on with his finger nails and made the goal.  Spectators from both sides were on their feet screaming. It was the play of the season

He was in the bike club, and they had to ride every meet. On one occasion he had the flu. I drove him to the course, he vomited in the bushes and did his course then I took him back to go to bed. He qualified. What ever he did, he did wholehearted.

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Don’t get the idea that Chris was a little angel, he had his moment. Mr Hess, who was the fire chief had to keep a straight place while giving a lecture to Chris Lea and Chris Baron, that setting the bush by the playground was not a good idea. There were consequences, but I forget them now.

When tragedy struck our home, and his dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, there was just Chris, Jim’s 87-year-old dad and I at home.  Jim wanted to stay home with his garden, family and dogs.  So Chris and I became his 24-hour care.

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For all Chris did for his dad, he was a total Hero to me. Nothing was too hard, too gross, too ugly for him to do for his dad. He held him up in the shower while I washed him, he would help me catheterize his dad’s abdomen and drain off 7 liters of fluid.  This 14-year-old boys did things, no child should have to do, but he did it willingly and lovingly.

After his dad passed away, he had a hard time. We all did. The grandad needed to go to on of his other children while Chris and I started to heal. This is a process that has never ended. A dear friend came and picked Chris up for all his rugby games and practices, so he got a break. Thank you Michelle Ricard.

Jim’s death was earlier than it had to be because of an error by his primary physician.  Chris made a visit to the Dr. He picked up the picture of the Dr”s children and said “You see them every night”, he then proceeded to throw it at the wall. He systematically threw every book and articles on the desk at the wall.  He told the Dr. to go home and think about it. (this had been the Dr’s 3rd error ending in death in a month.

The Dr. quit general practice and took training in anaesthetics.

He was a marvel with mechanics. He turned his skate board into a motorized unit. He got a motor and a slip clutch and assembled his first vehicle.

About 8 months after his dad died, a friend of the family invited me out to supper. I was gone all of 2 hours, but when I got home, there was Chris with his arms crossed over is chest ” Where were you? You didn’t have your cell phone, you didn’t leave a note, you could have been on the roadside dead for all I knew. “OH my words echoed in my ears.

He was a member of 744 Cowichan RCAS. He joined on his 12th birthday. He reached the rank of Corporal. He qualified for the biathlon team ad wee went to Silver Star.

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One occasion his hair as on his collar, so as called into the CO’s Office. By way of explanation, his quick mind came up with a perfect lie. “I am growing so I can get it cut for cops for cancer'” Good cover story. So good his CO decided the whole squadron would do it. He invited a police officer and 2 hair   stylists and Chris ended up with a crew cut.

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With every breath in the last 3 weeks of Jim’s life, he screamed in pain with every breath although he was in a coma. Nothing we could do would alleviate the pain. and this was when Chris started to use drugs to ease the memory of his dad’s suffering.

Chris started to change as the time went on. Like the birthday party they planned with ordering $350 worth of goodies on my VISA from the dairy queen. They had the good sense to phone me and I recovered my card.

Then after I crashed our truck coming down Mt Washington, I remember Chris saying don’t wreck my truck. I answered who said it as yours.

I had written off my truck, so had bought a new Ford Lariat. It was a demo, so was loaded with extra’s. Jim was a Chevman and when I brought home a Ford that was a real booboo.

So much so, that I got a call from the RCMP at 3 in the morning asking if I has a red truck. I said yes and they asked me to look of it as in my driveway. No truck, No Chris.

The police were chasing him doing 172 klicks. We decided he would lose control if they didn’t back of and they knew where he lives.
They did and he soon came home. I said not a word, just put my hand out f the keys.

Just at that moment, the door burst in with 2 of Canada’s finest burst in. Chris had just enough time to say ” They will never take me alive before he was flat on his face on the floor, with 100 pound BJ Graham ,in the middle of his back cuffing him. For that he had to scrape all the Barnacles off the Bastion City.

I am not going to go into the drug abuse and the pain it has caused us all.

I will say however that I am thankful for his relationship with his former partner Lynn Litke who with Chris, crated  his daughter ,Kiara Marie Precious Litke Lea and his step daughter Hayley.

20161006_170057The one thing I will end up with is that Chris had a kind heart, a willing nature and the ability to love. He was a Cub, Scout, Air Cadet and Athlete. He was son, brother, partner and friend to many

He took his welding training and acquired his Class C welding with 87%.

He was loved, he will be missed and he will be remembered
When I looked at his Facebook page, he had so many comments of thanks for helping me Chris, Thanks for being there for me Chris, I will always be grateful Chris. So this has proven to me that my son also had compassion, caring and was respected.

We picked music that we thought you would like and told his story in song

I love you Chris, if I have earned any treasures in Heaven, I hope our loving Father gives my share to you. You have earned it.

“Thank you to Chemainus United Church for renting this space for the service this afternoon.”

Order of Service

Christopher Michael Lea

February 18 1989-September 24 2016.

Officiant Tony McCory


Bible Reading

1 Corinthians 15:51-53King James Version (KJV)

Music…….. Hurt by Johnny Cash

Eulogy ….patty-anne Lea

Music ……..I’ll Be Missing You by Puff Daddy

 Address by Tammy Renyard
It is an honour to speak today about Christopher.

As an educator, I have always cared deeply for my students. Some students need us more than others. Chris needed someone to support and advocate for him. Chris was funny, energetic and caring. Learning and life were never easy.

I remember when Chris was born and I remember when I first met him in grade eight. I was working as a counsellor and learning support teacher at Chemainus Secondary.

Reading and writing were very difficult for Chris and school was a struggle. He was bright and although he understood that his ideas and thinking were solid, the battle with input and output was exhausting. Holding it together to focus, combined with the academic challenges, made long days turn into long years.

Chris found success and joy in athletics. His energy could be let loose and he shone. There was great pride in being part of a team and making a difference. We often talked about rugby and you would see the light go on in his eyes.

Chris was fortunate to have many adventures and opportunities. Unfortunately for him, people often thought he was making it up. As he proudly shared details of being in a Snowbird, riding in a helicopter, hot air balloon and travelling to Hawaii and Disneyland, others doubted him and some put him down. Other kids in Chemainus didn’t do things like that at that time. His adventures were wonderful and true. Chris longed for people to believe him, longed to fit in and be part of a group but he struggled to find his place.

When I moved from Chemainus, Chris struggled. Eventually, it was decided that Chris should attend Cowichan High. The district didn’t factor in how Chris would actually get to Cow High. There was no bus in the morning.

I decided the easiest plan would be to pick him up on my way through Chemainus to take my kids to daycare. Every morning, we picked Chris up in Saltair, dropped the kids off and carried on to Cow High. If Chris were sick, the kids would wonder where the big boy was. We talked so much on those car rides, sharing Chris’ hopes for the future and his sadness about different things that had happened. We talked through social interactions that had gone wrong and reconstructed them to understand what he could try next. We did homework together. When we got to school, I would often give Chris my bankcard and he would head over to Timmy’s to get me a tea and to get himself a drink or a snack. I trusted him.

School continued to be challenging but with support he finished courses.

When Chris moved north we stayed in touch. I would get the odd frantic call that I needed to send papers for him or he would ask questions about career options. He would message me with every success and every hurt.

It didn’t matter where he was, Chris phoned me every Christmas and every year on his birthday for many, many years. When I moved to Victoria, he would message me on facebook. He brought me a tea four years ago and we had a wonderful visit at Vic High. The years of pain were etched in his face and clearly on his heart.

It is an honour to speak today about Christopher.

As an educator, I have always cared deeply for my students. Some students need us more than others. Chris needed someone to support and advocate for him. Chris was funny, energetic and caring. Learning and life were never easy.

I remember when Chris was born and I remember when I first met him in grade eight. I was working as a counsellor and learning support teacher at Chemainus Secondary.

Reading and writing were very difficult for Chris and school was a struggle. He was bright and although he understood that his ideas and thinking were solid, the battle with input and output was exhausting. Holding it together to focus, combined with the academic challenges, made long days turn into long years.

Chris found success and joy in athletics. His energy could be let loose and he shone. There was great pride in being part of a team and making a difference. We often talked about rugby and you would see the light go on in his eyes.

Chris was fortunate to have many adventures and opportunities. Unfortunately for him, people often thought he was making it up. As he proudly shared details of being in a Snowbird, riding in a helicopter, hot air balloon and travelling to Hawaii and Disneyland, others doubted him and some put him down. Other kids in Chemainus didn’t do things like that at that thime. His adventures were wonderful and true. Chris longed for people to believe him, longed to fit in and be part of a group but he struggled to find his place.

Seeing You Again….Wiz Khalifa, Charley Puch

Address Ron Lowe

Message from Michelle Ricard

Poem from his brother Graeme Cumpstone ( Australia)

 The time has come when time is no more, and all that’s left was once before.  The memories so dear and true, those memories that were shared by me and you. Although we fell and stumbled at times, all those hills were necessary climbs.  All the times when your heart shined through, are the greatest memories I have of you.  I will always remember you, brother of mine, in my heart I will keep you, so I will be fine.  I will go forward with my head up high, It might be hard, I cannot lie.  But in my heart will be, moving forward, you with me


Music (word on back page) Hitchin my way………Pearl Jam


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God has a sense of humour


God has a sense of humour when he decides 2 people are meant to be.
I was a divorce with 2 children. My ex husband had been a mechanic with kleptomania.

There was enough stuff in my basement to build a D8 Cat.
Friends from my church came over and we boxed all the stuff.

And I put an add in the paper so I could sell the stuff and reclaim my basement.
Well the only reply I got was from a fellow who could not afford to pay me.

He asked if he could secure it with $10 and pay it off monthly. I had no other customers, so I said yes.

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I promised but did not promise anyone else would not convert them. I am pleased to say they all accepted the Lord.
By this time Jim had fallen in love with me, his boys adored me, and I was fostering tender feelings for him.
I could not be unequally yoked so would not accept his proposal of marriage.
More time went by. Things started getting very difficult for Jim, One of my friends said she was fed up reasoning with him, she would stand back and let the Lord sort him out while she prayed. He phoned me one day,said “tell Sue to stop praying, I am ready already.”. Jim accepted the Lord. With the backing of our Baptist Church members we married.

So now I had a new husband 3 more sons and all the junk I had sold to him, and never got paid for, but got his junk as well.
We had twenty wonderful years together until cancer claimed him.
But as a dedicated neat freak, I married four of the most unorganized male creatures, with all their junk. So you can’t tell me God does not have a sense of humour.

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A Day in My Life on The Farm.


I was just asked what my life was like while I still worked at home. So I tried to walk through a day in my life.

This wasn’t taking into account the haying season, planting season and calving season or butchering . But basically here it is

We had Fairbridge Farms. 1080 acres and 500 head of Ayrshires.
We got up at 5 had a quick coffee went to the barn and started milking. Then we went down for a hot breakfast.
After that all the milking equipment had to be washed. The calved had to be fed. Little ones on a bottle Then the barn was cleaned. By this time it was dinner time.
A hot 3 course meal my mom would have ready We had 2 hired and my step dad , his partner and me.
We had an hour after lunch. the men would nap while mom and I did dishes. No dishwasher here.
After break there was either plowing, seeding, threshing depending on the season and the irrigation would have to be moved. I would take hay on the cart and tractor and feed the steers and heifers.
Special care would be taken to feed the bull.  And early milk from a newly calved cow would be mixed with hog mash for the pigs
There was equipment maintenance, sterilizing the miking parlor turning the calves out for graze, call for AI if a cow was “bulling”.
Something always needed painting oiling weeding.The hay for the next day was tossed down. Sick call for any animal that need attention.
As each cow was milk It’s milk was weighed and logged and when she started to dry, taken out of the line and hopefully an new calved cow was ready to go in so production would be steady.
Don’t forget the field work . We spread the cow muck on the fields, then it was plow in, broken up, seeded, watered till it was ready then if hayed it was threshed and turned the next day and then baled and taken off the field to the barn and up the elevator to the top of the barn.
We hired local teenages to help with this work. But I drove the big truck.
Some where along here you would brake a sheer pin and some one would have to run into town and get some new ones.
The oats were harvested with the harvester then the straw cut down and baled.
We had supper at 6 and then for me it was laundry duty. A big roller iron would all the pants and sheets and all flat things.
I would be responsible for waxing the curved stair case in the hallway.
If I wasn’t ironing, I had the sewing machine out and did the mending and made all mom and mine’s clothes.
Bed time was 9 and I would read a bit or write. This was in 1959 and I was paid $1,65 an hour and my keep. They temporary workers who helped hay were paid $.2,00 an hour in cash every night.and furnace. 
In this time, the men would be hauling and cutting wood for the stove, repairing equipment, and working on the books.
On Sunday we did as little as possible, but we were in church at 10 AM.


OH Canada…. our hearts bleed for you.


In the beginning, we had several large well working institutes to house the challenged, ( mentally and physically) These people were long term residents of these facilities. The formed families and relationships. They had show standard her
ds of cattle, had gardens that not only fed themselves but also sold enough to buy what the did not produce themselves. They had side industries, sewing, knitting, spinning weaving, just to name a few. They were Esendale, Riverview, and the jewel of the crown, Colony farms. These are now pricey homes and high rises.
Now as you can imagine, these were on prime pieces of real estate.
Somewhere along the way, someone decided that these people should be ” mainstreamed”
relationships, friendships, purpose and jobs were ripped from them, they were scattered in the lower mainland and Victoria, 2 months room rent on a squalid room was paid, then a cheque for $900 a month would arrive.
These people were from an environment where cooks trained from their numbers would put wholesome food on the table that they had produced.
Clothes came fresh and clean and mended from the laundry staffed by their fellows.
Now the were in a world they did not fit or understand.
No friends, no leaders, no backup. just pain of loneliness malnutrition, poverty and abuse.
Then the pushers moved in and said ” hey man take this pill smoke this dope, you won’t care that you are sick, the pain will go away… so did their $900 a month, then the landlord kicked them to the streets.Not because he was evil, they could not pay their rent.
Now the victims are not only disorientated, they are on drugs.
We NOW have a homeless problem.
Some found cheap rooms , shared , or made do. THEN expo came along. The cheap rooms were emptied, a slick coat pf paint and a new bedspread and we welcomed the world to view our Expo. And we had a homeless problem. So the government made a rule that the could not be in the Expo area till it was over because they were a problem,
Same crap, same story. Why do we allow slum landlords, Why do we allow profit off the backs of the poor and confuse.
We send foreign aid, thousands, millions, in fact.
Let’s start sending local aid. Go back a couple of generations and some of these street people are your cousins, dad’s, moms, even brothers and sisters.
You would not let them kick you dog. Stand up for you fellow CANADIANS.
. Then things got to about where they are today.. slum lords made money, people lived in places that would be unfit for animals, and we had the \Olympics. Guess what happened to the cheap rooms. Another coat of paint a chair and a bedspread and we welcomed the world, but the homeless had to stay out of the way, they were an embarrassment. The world raved about Vancouver and \Victoria and we hid our homeless.
Nature took it course. They developed families and children were born, the problem is in our schools now. The homeless children are mixing with your kids, of ” bugs” And now we have the homeless problem.
we have mental health issues, we have drug addiction.We have homeless.
Tell me, if you were sleeping on the street, had no home, your very bones hurt, you were in the depths of despair and a little pill or a smoke could make it go away for a few hours, would you do it? Are taking anti depressants, arthritis meds, painkillers for that darn back? Then you are a druggy. The only difference is you started with a home.
That is the situation. NOW LETS START SOLVING IT..
Port Alberni has a program of acquiring old trailers and fixing them up and starting a trailer park for re homing. Mini villages can be created from those long haul trailer, Mini homes can be built.
BUT someone has to start…..
Go on.., I challenge you.

We welcome all Enthusiasts of Art and Crafts on the West shore and Southern Vancouver Island


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What to do while waiting for Spring.


I hate winter. I do not ski, board, toboggan or skate. My feet are always cold and I get depressed with the dark gloomy days and grey overcast skies.

I do love to read. And by reading I have come across some interesting articles mostly about Frugal Living.By always being short of money makes me embrace anything that is a cheaper way of doing things and avoiding waste.

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Vinegar is a magic liquid.

For the office:

Your computer, printer, fax machine, and other home office gear will work better if you keep them clean and dust-free. Before you start cleaning, make sure that all your equipment is shut off. Now mix equal parts white vinegar and water in a bucket. Dampen a clean cloth in the solution — never use a spray bottle; you don’t want to get liquid on the circuits inside — then squeeze it out as hard as you can, and start wiping. Keep a few cotton swabs on hand for getting to the buildups in tight spaces (like around the keys of your keyboard).

Don’t forget the phone and the mouth piece of your cell for a wipe with vinegar.

A person with smelly feet willbenegit from soaking feet in vinegar and water then carefully dry them. It the shoes or boots smell, cut a potato in half and put half in each shoe/boot. It will leave the smelling like new just over night.

I use it for everything from cleaning the kitchens, the windows, the wall, and the fridge. A good link for this is

I use it to clean my fridge. Far more effective that baking soda. Once I clean the fridge I organize.

One wonderful trick I have learned is to keep crisp for 2 weeks of more. Frost free fridges suck the moisture out of produce. Even in a plastic bag.

So after I have water and spun my lettuce, I store it in a large jar in the fridge. I snap the bottom off because metal knives make lettuce go brown. Pop on the lid and safe crisp storageLettuce in jar
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Another neat trick, is salads. I loves salads, but the limp little puddles in a plastic container does not do it for me.

I get a sealer with lid, put salad dressing in the bottom, then add lettuce, cauliflower, cucumber,tomato, cold boiled egg, nuts. Put the top on and leave in the fridge.

When you want your lunch or dinner, turn upside down a couple of times to distribute the dressing and a lovely fresh cheap salads. The stay cooler than their plastic counter parts and you are more likely to be taken home.

And if yo run lout of glasses this summer, the jars make excellent sturdy drinking glasses.

I will try top get busy with my blog again.

I will talk to you about a lasagna garden


Summer Wedding Trip. July 2013


We went to Smithers  (our final destination) on our summer holidays.

Ewan loaded up the 5th wheel after scrubbing, packing, washing. I just put out what  what I needed and he stowed it away.

We live on an Island and have to take a ferry off.

The sorted jaded look ticketer, look at our unit and said how long? Ewan said 34 ft. She got out her little measuring contraption and said no 44 feet, so charged us $220.

Well that was a bit more than I expected , however we don’t have an option with BC Ferries.

They have offered to look into it if I send the receipts in.

The trip up the Fraser Canyon was interesting. It always amazes me how the Caribou Route was ever achieved in those far back years.

We reached Williams Lake the first night. There the vacant camp site for competitors is used as a camp site for tourists. A good value at $34 for site, water, sewer, electricity and wifi. They have pay showers $1.00 for eight minutes, and a washer dryer.

We arrived at second youngest son Cameron and Deanna Lea’s 160 acre farm in Fort St. John.
They have goats, sheep, horses, chickens, bunnies, and a couple of personality turkeys. Tom will squat in front of you and fluff  his feathers till you scratch his head. Then his wattles go from red to whitish blue.Image


 It is a wonderful

place to raise their children, Saxon and Aurora. Aurora is a real cowgirl.

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We spent a couple of days and had a big supper with the Boys Aunt Marion and her partner Dallas. Later her son Ryan and his fiance came over and a good family gathering was had. It should be mentions, the meat, 4 veggies and potatoes were all raised on the farm.
They have named it Summers End Farm

We left the following day to Journey to Smithers  where the middle son Duncan Lea was marrying the love of his life Corina Brewer.

The trip was not without some excitement. The first 5th wheel tire popped on the steepest hill going out of Fort St John.

All laid too and soon had it changed. The second blow out was a bit more dramatic. We were in the middle of nowhere, 132 km from Prince George.
The 5th wheel was unloaded and Ewan, Marion and Dallas wet to Prince George, purchase a new tire and get it mounted and return to our stranded position. I had the youngest son Chris and my little dog Chelsea.
The trip took most of five hours and we were on the edge of the bank rocking with every passing vehicle.
We were down to just two bottles of water when the bear came out of the bush.
we were now on the side of a busy road locked in a 5th wheel with little water.

I sprayed Chelsea sith my bottle to keep her from stressing. It was with relief when the troops arrived back with the wheel and a new tire.
We stayed at Kerry Lake that night.

I assume it was a logging camp in the 50’s. We found machinery from that era and also a mystery.Image

In the bush, we discovered a First Nations/Catholic marker with either 3 memorials or three graves.


We ended up, after a brief stop in Prince George to purchase another tire and have it mounted.

We ended up in Smithers in the early evening as did some of the other family and guest.

We parked the 5th wheel, hugged, bride to be, grand children and met up with another aunt of the boys from New Zealand. Denise Gerrard.


She was under the weather with a cold, but managed to pull herself together for the wedding and the long drive back to Vancouver Island.

The wedding had been orchestrated to perfection.

The men went to a local hotel and did a bit of partying. The following day the men folk went to the golf links, while the women went to hair appointments, and make-up and dressing. 

In due course, we all arrived at the lovely heritage church in


The wedding was beautiful and was followed by a catered BBQ in the yard where Duncan and Corina live.

Cam lea Several Lea Families the new beginning