June 02, 2019
We slept in John and Helga’s spare bedroom last night and although it was a very comfortable sleep, we both commented on the fact that we were already so used to sleeping in our bed in the Armadillo.
We enjoyed a lazy morning and breakfast, and then made plans to see more areas of Brooks. We visited Dad and Mom’s gravesite and noted that there was some maintenance to be done to it.
We also visited the gravesite of Cst.Buday, a young RCMP policeman and fellow dogmaster who had been shot and killed by a crazed bushman in 1985. I attended Michael’s funeral, he was special to me, as he worked for my father before he joined the RCMP, and also the fact that he was a dogmaster, a duty that I performed for 11 years in my early career.
During our visit to the cemetery, I was fortunate to meet Ria, the daughter of long lasting family friends who also immigrated from Holland roughly the same time as our family. I remembered Ria as a very young, active pre-teen.
We continued exploring some of the surrounding areas and communities near Brooks all the while realizing the changes and growth that had occurred since my leaving.
We returned to our host’s house and enjoyed supper, worked on this blog, phoned the kids back in Nanaimo, talked till we were tired and went to bed.
Quilting in a Kayak 