We must never give up. It'll take something called...tenacity.
|A fine ship...and a very good word.|
|Nothing that is worthwhile is impossible.|
We met in 1985, at Canadian Forces Base Cold Lake, Alberta, where both Ray and I were both posted. In those three short years, our families enjoyed many shared activities. We sat down to countless meals together, made music on our guitars, laughed, and shared our plans and our dreams. We stood cheering in the stands as Eddy the "Eagle" flew off the ski jump at the 1988 Calgary Olympic Games. We hiked the West Coast Trail through endless rain, watched our children chase each other along the vast sands of Vancouver Island's Long Beach, dug for clams on a remote beach, and watched the stars sparkle above us in the deep and dark night sky.
We shared an overlapping year together while serving on NATO postings in Germany in both Lahr and Baden. During that time, we skied in Austria, camped in Switzerland, tasted countless samples of (very fine) wine in France. With our families, we explored castles and fortresses, and experienced the magic of an ancient world, still so very much in evidence. On an extraordinarily historic weekend in June of 1990, we watched the Berlin Wall come down - literally.
Here, in Nova Scotia this past week, we have shared many of those memories and the events that have been part of our individual "stories" since that time, reflections on the present, and dreams of the future.
Friendships can, indeed, transcend time and distance, and for that, we are grateful.
To the Colonel and Carol, thank you for the reminder...and for all your warm and gracious hospitality this week, and in the days yet to come, on Nova Scotia's lovely South Shore.
And to all those who faithfully stop by to share these pages and reflections, thank you so much.
Duncan and Joan.