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March 11, 2014


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by Dick Hunt, Monday , March 10th, 2014.

First, I decided to respond to the twin motivations of nice weather and the needs to do what I can to help myself. I enjoyed the Coffee gathering in Fraserview Village, open to all who like people and want to spend time visiting in the Village Lounge, 930 Am for an hour or so. Then home to read two daily papers and study some favourite books. After lunch, I put two copies of a letter I wrote for public sharing in my carry bag and called a taxi to take them up-town. First to the News where I took one inside to the editorial desk for a kindly reception by the staff. Then I walked a number of blocks “with my essential friend, “my Walker”, to the Home Hardware to make some purchases. Then around the building to the Times Paper to hand the second copy of my Paper to their Editorial desk for an equally kindly response. Then called a tax1 to take me back home for a cup of tea and a snack. I picked up the mail at the entrance to my Strata.

Then I called a cab again to keep an appointment at the Hearing Clinic in the Library building at 4:15 Pm. There I was fitted with a new and advanced Hearing aid, for which I had previously been fitted, now providing “Cross Over Technology” to provide hearing from a microphone in my “dead ear’” to pick up sound and amplify it in my one “live ear”. I also have volume controls now on each side easily monitored by appropriate techniques. Now to master the controls for best results.

All of which was made possible by good weather , good technology, a good taxi service, kindly staff members and not being run over by hasty motorists. I only take credit for remembering my early upbringing, i.e., look both ways and give way. The big bonus was great fresh air and sunshine while I had great and not too vigorous exercise. Altogether a most satisfying day while providing my most humble thanks to Almighty God for His Grace and Mercy in my declining years. When I was first called by God in Christ to the Christian ministry, now sixty years ago, I could not have known how fully God would use me and more, how He would sustain me through all the “changes and chances of this busy life.”
My dearest wife of many years, Mother of our four children, now in the immediate care of the Lord with the Saints in heaven was my precious friend and mentor. God shepherded us in our mutual Ministry those many years. The lessons we learned so well from our Elders, Teachers, Parents, young Ministers faithfully preaching, teaching and modelling the Gospel message gave us a sound foundation of life to be lived amongst the people of God.
I have been most blessed to know down the years that what I learned in my young years and in the years following in the fellowship of the Church, through my training for Ministry in my College years and in all my years of teaching and preaching has required no unlearning, no adjusting to the times and pressures, but has been sustained by the standards of the Holy Bible, still God’s Word to the Nations. Jesus Christ is the same today and always, Saviour and Lord of all God’s People.

March 6, 2014

A Great Gift And The Reason For It.

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A Great Gift And The Reason For It.
by Dick Hunt, Thursday, March 6 th, 2014.

In the modern world, it is not so usual to find that people will go the extra mile in dealing with the public. When it does happen and the media sees it, it sometimes brings a glowing report to the reading and viewing public and that is good. People are then held up as heroes for going the extra mile. Beyond the call of duty!

Being handicapped, wobbly on my feet, subject to loss of balance, I am often reminded of the generally considerate concern of most people. That didn’t stop me being especially grateful to our Postman recently who on a number of occasions has brought my mail right to the door, especially if some items are bulky or the weather is bad. I discovered his identity recently and was able to pass my thanks to him through an intermediary. And my friend gave me a hint to clue me to the reason for the very grateful extra help. Some years ago I had helped with the funeral of his lovely Grandmother, for whom he had great love, and for good reason. I also loved her and admired her for her great spirit and high standards and cheerfulness.

We are not always aware of the great influence we can exert by being kind, considerate, helpful, eager to assist others and just doing what everyone ought to do. It is universally true that it is better and happier to give than to receive, although much of the world has yet to get the message. People with a fierce desire for power over other people will not agree, as witness the news from parts of the middle east and south east Asia. But that should not deter us from loving those who choose to be our enemies. By heaping love on them we often win.

The greatest man who ever lived, Jesus Christ, Son of God our Creator, born of a very human Mother who has been praised for her humility and eagerness to please God, knew all about self giving. She responded to God’s message through an Angel that she would give birth to one who would be miraculously born as God’s own Son without benefit of a human father. And Jesus himself knew from an early age that his part in life was to give himself to the uttermost to open the Doors of Heaven and make possible to all who would respond to His Love, freely given to the last drop of His Love and Eternity in the Kingdom of God. The Church has always taught that the Bible is fully correct in sharing that the Good News is that our Loving God has acted positively, through His people, to provide the Way of Salvation through and only through His Son Jesus Christ.

And did Jesus die only for a portion of Humanity, or for all People? I stand firmly with the multitudes in every age who have staked their very lives on saying, “Jesus died for the Salvation of all people under heaven, to give life everlasting to all who turn to Him in Love, Penitence, Faith and Obedience.” Nothing may be added to that great offer, fully paid for, waiting for all of us to accept and share, until the day when Jesus will come again as He surely will, to judge all the world on a day still to be announced. On the day called “Good Friday”, the Penitent Thief, convicted to die for his own sins by the authorities was forgiven by Jesus, dieing beside him on the central Cross. If there is hope for that thief who only met Jesus shortly before, there is hope for any Penitent who turns to our Saviour and Lord. Three days later Jesus rose from the dead and lives forever to save the world from sin. Only believe, and you will see the Glory of God. Forever. With Jesus and all the Saints. Amen!

March 3, 2014

Consecration of the Rev’d Canon Melissa Skelton.

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Consecration of the Rev’d Canon Melissa Skelton.
Sunday, March 2nd, 2014, by Dick Hunt.

Saturday was indeed a Banner Day to recall in our memories in the Diocese of New Westminster. Dear friends from our congregation of St. John’s Church, Maple Ridge, B.C., Valerie and Terry McCafferty, drove me to Vancouver at 9:30 AM for an all day Celebration to Consecrate and install our new Bishop. Sixteen Bishops, some of whom are my dear friends from former years took part in the service at the examination and laying on of hands. The service took place in the B.C. Place Convention Centre with an estimated 2,000 people present. We were privileged to be in the sixth row of seats in front of the Altar, due to the quick thinking of my dear friends. I have devised a simple way of remembering the name of our new Bishop. Her initials are M. S. A boost to our memory may be Mel. Skel. That may lead us to her name, Melissa Skelton. Try it for size and convenience. It works for me!

The whole process was awesome and was new to me, since I had never in my nearly sixty years of Ministry been able to be a part of that most important service. Our new Bishop was installed in her office in Christ Church Cathedral tn which many people in addition to the officials, filled the building, after the Procession of the few blocks from facility to facility with the hundreds of people who could be accommodated in the Cathedral took place. A reception followed for a time of sharing and refreshment for those present. Anyone present for any part of the days’ proceedings will have firmly stamped in our memories what we enjoyed so thoroughly as the day went on. I suspect that I was likely the eldest person present and was only there because my friends took such great care of me.

I was able to renew friendships with numbers of the Bishops present in their official capacity. One such was Archbishop John Privett, our Metropolitan Archbishop for British Columbia and the Yukon. I had known him first when I was a student in Emmanuel College in Saskatoon in the mid fifties. I had been asked to preach in his Father’s Parish Church on a number of occasions and we remained good friends for many years after the Rev’d Arthur Privett and Muriel and their children moved to Whitehorse in the Yukon where Arthur ministered for many years. When I asked John if he remembered me, he said he had followed my career all the way through and we had a good little visit. Ruth and I visited them in the Yukon on a number of occasions.

I also enjoyed a brief visit with retired Bishop Rodney Andrews with whom I had worked in Alberta in my first Parish. I had prepared him for Confirmation; he had then prepared for Ordination in College, worked with us in the Parish of St. George in Stettler Alberta as a very good Student Minister and was finally ordained there just fifty years ago as a Deacon. Then as a Priest, he went on to work in various other Churches in southern Alberta and points far beyond. He learned to fly, had and still has his own plane and has his multi engine commercial license, is still teaching students and leading them into deeper commitment to our Lord Jesus Christ. He doesn’t let grass grow under his feet and it was so good to see him, even for few minutes.

I now look forward with keen anticipation to meeting our new Bishop, Melissa Skelton when that can take place. God be praised for His blessings to come, with her here, our Bishop and Chief Shepherd of the Flock of Christ.

February 23, 2014

A Wonderful Phone Call From a Retired Bishop

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A Wonderful Phone Call From a Retired Bishop
by Dick Hunt, Sunday, February 23’d, 2014.

The call was yesterday from the retired Bishop of Saskatoon Diocese, the Rt. Rev’d Rodney Andrews. He recalled that 50 years ago yesterday, he had been ordained in St. George’s Church, Stettler, Alberta and that I had preached the Sermon. The Bishop was the Rt. Rev’d. George Calvert, Bishop of Calgary, who had also ordained me. He had sent me this young man from a town called Delburne whose parents were United Church members, to be prepared for Confirmation and we spent many hours together. He was a keen candidate, was Confirmed in Stettler with a class of 18. He went on to Theological College to prepare for Ordination and in the summer months he came to Stettler and served very well as our Student Minister.

After Ordination in Stettler in 1964 he went on to serve Parishes in Southern Alberta, during which time he learned to fly his own Airplane, then a Commercial Turboprop and became a copilot with Lethbridge Air. He then Ministered near Lethbridge, was paid by the Airline for a set schedule.

He worked in a Parish voluntarily and with great effect. He told me yesterday that he is teaching many young people to fly planes and to fly for Christ. He has flown for Missions and still flies his own Plane. We had a great talk.

Then he told me he will be at the Consecration of our new Bishop Mellisa Skelton on March first in Vancouver. My mind clicked and I wondered if some of our Delegates from St. John’s might be able to meet him there. I have set in motion a possible opportunity and have alerted Val and Terry McCafferty to the possibility of making contact with him. Others of our Parish and of St. George’s Parish might also seek to meet him.

He has over the years been active in General Synod affairs, and has a very keen interest in helping people. He is a very happy Christian with a magnetic personality. I was so happy yesterday as we were able to visit and recall our happy association over the years. It is my great hope that he will be one of the Bishops who will lay hands on our new Bishop in the Cathedral in Vancouver during the Service of Consecration. And I may be able to attend too, courtesy of my generous friends.

February 18, 2014

Spirit Of The Living God, Fall Afresh On Me.

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Spirit Of The Living God, Fall Afresh On Me.
by Dick Hunt, Monday, February18th, 2014.

The words are from Hymn 783, found in the Anglican Book of Common Praise, the old Blue Hymn Book. It is a very short Hymn but loaded with profound meaning and direction for moving on with Faith, day by day. It is true that when we are Baptized as members of the Christian Church, God the Holy Spirit comes to live in us. What happens after He moves in is something else. We can coast along with a false sense of security, never growing in the Faith, or we can AND MUST grow in the Faith toward the mark of the high calling of God, in Jesus Christ by living for God and growing in the Faith until we come to His Everlasting Kingdom in Heaven.

The words of the Hymn spell out the manner in which this transformation takes place. The starting point is Baptism. We are to be Baptized with Water (the Symbol of cleansing and new life), in the Name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. What must happen after that is our Growth in the Christian Life, which is dependent upon teaching, training, sharing in the fellowship of the Church “until we come into the Everlasting Kingdom of God; Father, Son and Holy Spirit”, when we pass from this world at our Physical death, leaving these perishable bodies and joining with all the Saints in Heaven in the immediate presence of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

“Spirit of the Living God, Fall Afresh on me”, twice repeated. Then the process of growth and change from start to finish and the words are deliberate, instructive and make positive sense when as Christians we look back on our growth. “Break me, melt me, mould me, fill me”. God must be taken into the process, deliberately, must have full access to our life, in the fellowship and teaching of the Worshiping Church, in a Christian home, with a positive example from the adults around us. God must be able to break into our life,” break me”, get me beyond the wall that too often protects us from real contact with God the Father. We must be “melted” in order that we may be changed from what we are to what God would have us become. We must invite God to “fill us with His Spirit”, for He will not do violence to the Freedom of Choice which He gives to all people. “SPIRIT OF THE LIVING GOD, FALL AFRESH ON ME. “

Obedience! The process is ongoing and Jesus the Son of God, who came from Heaven to Earth to make the Father fully known to us as our Saviour and Lord loves us so much! He freely died on the Cross to take away all our sins and make us new Creatures with the power of the Holy Spirit to guide us and empower us. Fall afresh on me EACH DAY. FOR EVERY CHALLENGE, for each encounter in our lives, for each opportunity to share the Good news expected or unexpected. Front line ready to share the Love of Jesus.

February 3, 2014

Grain Elevators On the Prairies

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Grain Elevators On the Prairies
by Dick Hunt, Monday,February 3rd, 2014.

In the early days in Western Canada, Grain elevators became landmarks wherever there were railroads to transport Grain over long distances. They have largely become almost extinct with the improvement of roads, the development of large trucks to transport grain and very large Concrete elevators for storage and transshipment. Various towns across the west have undertaken to rescue and restore some of these landmarks of history. I began to haul grain into each of three of these facilities into and out of Endiang Alberta and adjacent communities in 1936, when I was 16 years of age. In harvest time I hauled grain from the threshing machine when our equipment did custom work for many neighbours over a period of about 30 days each fall. That often kept me driving hard and shoveling grain at top speed each load at the machine to keep ahead of the non stop stream into the wagon.
In Endiang there were three elevators; The Alberta Wheat Pool, the Searle and the Alberta Pacific. I used the ones appropriate for the customers our neighbours patronized. When I drove up the ramp into the elevator, the Operator by hand motions guided me to the right position to enable the hydraulic lift to engage the front wheels and tip the truck to dump the load out of the small opening at the rear of the grain box. That grain was graded according to quality and lifted by endless belt and steel “cups” to be transported to the top of the elevator, then to be dumped into the correct “bins” through pipes that could be swung into position by the operator below. The positioning of the Truck was such that the truck could be weighed when loaded and then when unloaded to determine how many bushels of grain had been brought and careful records were kept.
At the Ranch we too sold grain to those grain companies, but only our wheat.The barley and oats that we grew always went into granaries at home for feeding to our Livestock – cattle and horses. We normally fattened about 450 two year old steers each year for shipping to market in May or June. We also “wintered” our own young cattle from the previous two years of calves to grow them to maturity for marketing. Normally we had over a thousand head of cattle the year round. Dad bought cattle over our own cattle scales from neighbours for fattening. He also bought feed grain from neighbours at market price. All in all, I spent a lot of time and energy shoveling grain each year, up to 200,000 bushels most years. When I finally went to Calgary to join the R.C.A.F. in July 1940, Dad gave me a signed cheque with instructions to have a grain auger shipped home to be installed on the truck to replace me.
At the end of the War, having been married to Ruth Brandon in Calgary while still in uniform, we went back to the Ranch and into partnership with my eldest brother Wilfred. I simply melded into Ranch life and back behind the wheel of the same truck, using the same “Scoop Shovels” and loading grain, but now with a loader to help me. After ten years, during which Ruth and I and our young family became very active in our country Church, the Lord called me to full time ministry in the Anglican Church, I was Licenced as a Lay Minister, we went off to Saskatoon, Saskatchewan for further training and I was Ordained on May 30th 1957. Our Bishop, George Calvert asked us to go to St. George’s Parish in Stettler Alberta where my parents had been married on February 3rd, 1913, with the words, “Dick, we call that Parish the hardest Parish in which to minister in this whole Diocese. I want you to go up there and see what you can do with it. And don’t let it kill you.” He was right. And I am still alive! And in my 94th year.

February 2, 2014

Hunting Season; Bull Moose in Prairie Creek.

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by Dick Hunt, October 2nd, 2013.
Back in the early sixties in east central Alberta, my friend, Jack Armstrong,  and I decided to take a little break and go fishing.  We borrowed a small, home built camping trailer and drove west of Red Deer to an area called Rocky Mountain House and on to Prairie Creek which reputably yielded Rainbow Trout for the fly fishing fraternity. Arriving in the evening, we made supper over a campfire  and turned in for the night.  Next morning after a bit of breakfast we baited our hooks and began casting for trout. Not many minutes later, there was a splashing just in front of us and a large bull moose appeared just off the bank of the creek.  He shook his splendid rack of  Antlers, snorted and tried to see us, just in the thick trees in which we were standing. It is said that Moose are not good at seeing but are very good at sensing ones presence in other ways.  He knew we were there.  Jack and I chose a tree each which we were ready to climb to avoid an attack which appeared very imminent, when to our great relief the Moose turned and splashed away from us without looking back. On another occasion, Ruth and I were driving south of Prince George on the way back to Maple Ridge when a large Cow Moose suddenly came up out of the deep ditch on our left and skidded to a stop almost directly in front of us. The squeal of our tires had caused her to stop and I was able to pass in front of her with only spare inches between her nose and the ditch on our right. It all happened in a trice and left me shaky,but with a very grateful sense of  awe at the intervention of God who was looking after us. Praise God!
When we were living in Williams Lake for nine years, I had responsibility for the “Cariboo Lakes Mission” which included 100- Mile House, Canim Lakes and Bosk Mountain Mines. One of the families I worked wth had a young daughter who used to walk quite a distance to school when the weather permitted.  She recalled that on that back road she had been able to count up to 50 Moose on the way to and from school in one day.  She was probably in more danger from hunters in the fall than from the Moose. ( Is the plural of Moose, Meeces?).  This morning, a friend told me that her Husband and some friends had bagged a Moose on their trip west of Prince George and were bringing home a good supply of Moose Meat for the freezers.
I have mentioned in other stories that we used to supply board and room to a number of High School Teachers in Williams Lake. One Saturday in the fall, they decided to go Moose hunting and travelled east  to try their luck.  When they spotted a likely area, they decided to go their separate ways and gather again at a certain hour. One of their number was considered to be quite unable to shoot a Moose, even if he did see one and they laughed him off into his own choice of terrain.  At the “certain hour” they all met back at the site and found their “uncertain friend” sitting on a log with a big grin on his face.  He asked them where their moose was and they had to admit that they had not even seen one. Then he casually stood up and said, “Then you can help me to load mine on the trailer for the trip home”. He wore his grin for days. And gave us meat!

Flying !

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by Dick Hunt,Saturday, February 1st, 2014.
I have just read, in the National Post, an account of an incredible experience by a Bush Pilot, Bob Gauchie, in the Northwest Territories in 1967.  Alone in his Beaver  plane for fifty eight days, the only life he shared was with wolves.  Finally, he was spotted by the passenger of another bush pilot as he caught a glimpse of something shiny on a remote lake beneath them and they rescued him. He had his bag packed and thumbed a ride home to his wife and three daughters in Yellowknife. He lived on and flew for another four decades.
My life in flying has been chiefly as a passenger, with enough solo time to realize the joy of flying alone in light planes.  I have flown in the Beavers and Otters, the Cesnas, Aeroncas, the Stranraer and Canso flying boats, the Harvards and other trainers and of course various modern Commercial Air Liners.  I have had the experience of flying into white out conditions and “losing my horizon”. That is when you learn to make full use of your flight Instruments.  If you don’t you can find yourself flying upside down in short order. And I have shared in the experience of helping to clean up the wrecks of large aircraft which have crashed into reefs and mountain tops  due to Pilot error. But I have never crashed a plane,  and it is too late for me to experience that.  My first ride in a plane was in 1930 at a country picnic in a “Ford, three seater” and cost me all my savings, three dollars.  I was ten years of age.
I have a profound affection for Bush Pilots and I have known a number ot them including Lawrence Ogrodnick, our great friend and generous artist. I will give him the National Post article as I know he will deeply appreciate it. He has many absorbing stories to share of his own experiences in bush flying in the far north.
When I was a boy in Victoria, my cousin Wilfred flew from Victoria to Seattle in the first float plane I had ever seen. My six year old brother Bill, (afterward becoming a very capable private pilot) said, “I want to see Attle too”. But on the very next trip to Seattle, that plane crashed at sea with the loss of all on board. Bill never lost his dream of being able to fly and his day came when he was managing a 5o,ooo Acre Cattle Ranch in eastern Alberta.  He was in his early 20’s, a bachelor and in February of a very cold winter, his saddle horse slipped on the ice, fell on his right foot and smashed his ankle bady.  He had no phone, no way of calling for help.  He managed to turn his horse loose to eat at a hay stack, crawled some distance to the shack in which he was living and suffered an ankle which quickly turned black and terribly swollen.  He did have a neighbor five miles away in line of sight. After several days with no sign of life, one of the sons rode his horse across to investigate and Bill was back in touch with civilization. The son, Jack Cody, rode his horse 16 miles across country through deep snow to the nearest phone, which took him an entire day and phoned our Dad in Calgary who sent a ski equipped Aeronca Champ out to pick Bill up.  The nurses at the hospital in Calgary were confronted with a hairy, smelly and very ill patient and with the Doctors saved Bill’s foot for future use. On the way home, same plane, same pilot, he took the controls and made arrangements to learn to fly and to buy his first plane. He soloed after three hours dual.  I later soloed, same aircraft, same instructor after two hours duaL.  We enjoyed many hours flying, over the years. Bill flew numerous neighbours (pregnant wives, accident victims, snowbound people, prairie fire patrols etc. over the years without a commercial licence and couldn’t charge for his services. But he loved what he did and was a great pilot.


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by Dick Hunt, Saturday, January 25th, 2014.

As far as I can learn, my Mother, Florence Elizabeth Foreman , born in Port Carling, Ontario on November 16th in 1895 was the earliest Canoeist in my family. Port Carling is a town in the Muskoka Lakes District with few roads and lots of waterways. In winter she used to skate to school on the River after freeze up and in warm weather she canoed to school. Her Mother died when she was was four years of age and she was raised by my only surviving Grandparent, the other three having passed away in England before I was born.. She had a sister,16 years her senior, three older brothers who served in Europe during the first World War and one younger brother who suffered from a back injury caused by a friend who was careless with his 22 rifle. He was a brilliant wood carver and I have a number of his carvings.

Mother came to Alberta with her Father, William Foreman at the age of Nine and they founded the Village of Endiang (which means, “Our Home” in Algonquin Indian). Grandpa was the Postman and used to carry the Mail on his back from the town of Halkirk, 25 miles to the north, “(on a toboggan in winter) while Mother looked after the store and Post Office. Talk about responsibilities!!! I am sure her canoeing days were over. She met my Father in that little store when she was a young woman and they were married on February 3rd 1913 in St.George’s Anglican Church in Stettler Alberta. I became the Minister in Charge of that Parish in June of 1957, by direction of the God who called me to the Christian Ministry. I was born August 4th 1920, the third of five children in the Ranch House in which I and my 4 Siblings grew up and we learned many useful skills, were schooled by my parents in the Faith and Morals of the Christian Church, with the help of the early Ministers. and a little school.
In a conversation with a dear friend this morning, I learned a lot about his experience in working with a School for young boys in St. John’s Boys School in the Selkirk region of Manitoba, a good many years ago. He is now the Father in Law of my youngest Son, Timothy. He used to take his pupils out on the waterways in Manitoba and teach them the skills of traveling by canoe in wilderness travel and survival. His stories are still awesome. He spent a good deal of his life in the Royal Canadian Navy and later in service with B.C. Ferries.

My experience with Canoes is mild compared with his. I was given a large Freighting Canoe with a small Outboard Motor on a small flat mount on the stern, by an Oil Company which had been used in their search for Oil in the Yukon and Northwest Territories, since they no longer had a use for it. I loaned it one day to two large men to fish on a local lake. They took along the six year old son of one of them. The outboard moter was hard to start and both men were standing up near the stern. The boy was also sitting in the stern. They had the throttle wide open and suddenly it started and took off at full speed, The front of the canoe rose quickly into the air, the two men flew into the water, the canoe flipped in the air and came down upside down.

January 18, 2014

Buckley’s Mixture. Flu Shot’s etc.

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Buckley’s Mixture. Flu Shot’s etc.
by Dick Hunt, January 18th, 2014.

During the second world war, when I was in Toronto, a friend of mine had a bad cold and was sneezing and coughing on the street corner. An elderly man approached him, pulled a medicine bottle from his pocket and gave it to him, saying it would help him. The man was Mr. Buckley. I think the potion did help. Today there are many products offered for sale and many prescriptions written to tempt potential buyers. One of my close friends had a flu shot one Friday afternoon some weeks ago and by morning he had a very sore throat, was breathing with great difficulty and could barely talk I invited him to my home and supplied him with a bottle containing food based elements which always works for me. They worked for him too . With no side effects. Not a drug. No prescriptions. Very soon he found relief..

About 25 years ago I had a bad case of Asthma, brought on by three years of living in a cedar cottage. I was using two inhalers four times a day and panicked if I ran out, being fully dependent on them to breathe. A friend on Vancouver Island phoned me one day to ask how I was coping with my Asthma and I shared my problem with him. He asked me if I use Alfalfa Tablets and I said yes. How many? Ten a day. He said “triple your intake and see what happens”. Now Alfalfa is not a drug, not medicine. It is food, as fed to farm animals. I took his advice and in five days I had no breathing problem. As long as I eat my Alfalfa, I have no trouble breathing. Furthermore, the Arthritis which had crippled my fingers and wrists for several years is no longer a problem. Many of my aches and pains have disappeared! What a great blessing Alfalfa has been to me. Pure food !

I have never tried any other brand of health care products for 38 years, since Ruth and I stopped searching for effective Nutitional products. That was when we found the brand that really worked for us.. Right up to her death in her ninety third year, I fed her good supplements and she was relatively healthy, suffering only from Alzheimer’s Disease.

The secret with Alfalfa Tablets is that the plants contain a powerful Anti Inflamatory Factor which stops the inflamation which causes pain and congestion. I have no doubt that the company I trust to supply all my products has done all the research necessary to constantly take care of our needs. This is the company I fully trust in my ninety fourth year and which has never let me down. They employ more PhD.scientists than all the other Nutritional companies combined. Ruth and I have toured their research facility in San Francisco and were awestruck at the passion and .care that was exercised by the staff. The same care is evident in the Production facility, which we also toured.

Some months ago, my family Doctor was concerned that I was losing some weight. I told him I burned little energy as I was confined to the house. But he decided I should have complete blood tests, so I duly supplied blood at the labs. They did 15 blood tests and ten days later the Doctor called me in again to give me the results.. He put them on the monitor and ran his finger down the list. The only word he used, 15 times, was “perfect”. He took my blood pressure and said,”perfect”. He listened to my heart and lungs and said, “Great, Just continue to use those supplements and you know where I am if you need me”.

I feel great. I am still writing many memories on my computer and sharing them widely in print and on the Internet. I hope to have them printed in their various categories. They are all true, non fiction and I want to share them with people who urge me to publish.

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