<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:22:49.599+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hildebrand Check In</title><subtitle type='html'>you can click on any picture to see or download the full size digital file.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113337433574811807</id><published>2010-12-31T23:54:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:23:51.819+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/109_0905_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/109_0905_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;n this site &lt;/span&gt;I'd recorded some of our experiences during our years in Europe.  Turns out, we were forced to return to Canada due to my health, or lack of it!  I've left the Euro-posts below, but have now added some  more current ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site is not set up to accept feedback directly. Our email address is &lt;a href="mailto:ghildebrand@volny.cz"&gt;gbhildebrand@googlemail.com&lt;/a&gt;, and you can contact us that way if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The most recent posts are at the top. The postings began in December 2004. All can be accessed through the Archives section in the sidebar, even if you cannot reach them by scrolling down through the main page.  By going to the archives and accessing things by date, you can follow things in chronological order.  Most months have two posts, but not all.  Click on any photo to see it full-size!  Before proceeding through the archives, read the immediately following post for some context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken on one of many hikes above Sitzenkirch. It reminds me that life consists of many paths, some of our own choosing; many not. Our desire is to make the right choices when the choice is ours to make, and to respond rightly to situations not of our choosing that confront us. We are dependant on God both to choose well, and to respond in an honourable way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113337433574811807?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113337433574811807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113337433574811807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2006/12/intro.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-112395655309853787</id><published>2010-12-19T08:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:25:45.576+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way we Were</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;or 20 years we worked in Niverville (Manitoba).&lt;/span&gt; God gave us a beautiful family, allowed us to acquire all the good things most people could want, and we more or less did what we liked. We had many friends and good relationships. Though Niverville is arguably the most boring and ugly town in Canada, those were nevertheless wonderful years! Yet, with time, it seemed something was not quite right. Was there something else that God had used these years in business, and our former teaching years, to prepare us for? It seemed so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/Canada%20Pictures%20108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/Canada%20Pictures%20108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sensed that God was directing us to move into something new, perhaps something less secure, something He would take charge of. Eventually, in 2000, we left Canada for Prague, where we worked with Riverside School for two years. Then, in '02, it was on to Kandern in Germany for a position with the Black Forest Academy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kandern is a few minutes north of Basel, Switzerland. This is pretty country indeed, and the town in the picture above is where Bernice worked, at the elementary school. Kandern is 3 km to the left, just off the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good things come to an end to make way for other things, and in Aug 06 we moved back to Canada, this time Winnipeg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-112395655309853787?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/112395655309853787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/112395655309853787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-were-here.html' title='The Way we Were'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-4099494007719680125</id><published>2008-04-18T20:57:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T03:28:03.473+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Sick to Pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAj1Lvuj3FI/AAAAAAAAADM/g6fbZagNPUA/s1600-h/cz0015-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAj1Lvuj3FI/AAAAAAAAADM/g6fbZagNPUA/s400/cz0015-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190668152683617362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;n 2003, I photographed this old man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in prayer in a Prague cathedral.  I remember wondering what was on his heart ... what burden did he carry that he needed to talk to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Subsequently I found myself in a situation which reminded me of this song, and of the old Czech man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Too Sick to Pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics and Music by Willie Nelson on Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’ve been too sick to pray, Lord - That’s why we ain’t talked in a while&lt;br /&gt;It’s been some of them days, Lord - I thought I was on my last mile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I’m feelin’ okay, Lord - And I’m glad that I called you today&lt;br /&gt;Never needed you more ... I woulda called you before&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve been too sick to pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Remember the family, Lord?  I know they will remember you&lt;br /&gt;And all of their prayers, Lord - They talk to you just like I do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Well, I reckon that’s all, Lord - That’s all I can think of to say&lt;br /&gt;And thank You my friend ... We’ll be talkin’ again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If I’m not too sick to pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The good thing ... I have a condition that actually never makes me sick in the physically-feeling sense.  But the relentless downward spiral, with its attendant constant losses, can get me down.  Can one be "too down to pray"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-4099494007719680125?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/4099494007719680125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/4099494007719680125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2008/04/too-sick-to-pray-lyrics-and-music-by.html' title='Too Sick to Pray'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAj1Lvuj3FI/AAAAAAAAADM/g6fbZagNPUA/s72-c/cz0015-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-1573293583522004643</id><published>2008-03-20T02:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:43:46.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAqKXJeE4RI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SaXTwJYPiwo/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAqKXJeE4RI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SaXTwJYPiwo/s400/Picture+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191113650781610258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;J&lt;/span&gt;ackie got a new bear again. &lt;/span&gt;I shoulda bought stock in the Build-a-Bear company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite celebration as recorded in Scripture is Palm Sunday.  How exciting it must have been to be caught up in the "Hosannas" that day, especially listening to the children as they caught the excitement of their parents, and enjoyed the special experience of a donkey-riding King!  And to think that the Creator rode a donkey - only to be turned against just 7 days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been listening to a new dramatization of the NKJV of the Bible, following the text as it is read.  It does make it come alive, and in a way makes Jesus feel more like a real person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-1573293583522004643?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/1573293583522004643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/1573293583522004643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2008/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAqKXJeE4RI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SaXTwJYPiwo/s72-c/Picture+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-2600332439129239498</id><published>2006-12-20T02:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:48:36.682+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAqOOZeE4SI/AAAAAAAAAEE/r-UpVYu1NEE/s1600-h/IMGP2305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAqOOZeE4SI/AAAAAAAAAEE/r-UpVYu1NEE/s400/IMGP2305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191117898504266018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;othing brings Christmas to my heart &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;quite like Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How sweet it is to have family come together for these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our second Christmas back home, and already questions like "Where does the tree go?" and "What kind of lights should we get?" don't need answering.  Christmas needs that sense of stability - unchanging traditions in a world where little is certain, too much is always shifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-2600332439129239498?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/2600332439129239498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/2600332439129239498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas!'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAqOOZeE4SI/AAAAAAAAAEE/r-UpVYu1NEE/s72-c/IMGP2305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-1469060418164986325</id><published>2006-11-20T01:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:36:38.738+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleakness Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAqILJeE4PI/AAAAAAAAADs/SWOF_mEZHcA/s1600-h/G+Bed+Jump+Motel+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAqILJeE4PI/AAAAAAAAADs/SWOF_mEZHcA/s400/G+Bed+Jump+Motel+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191111245599924466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;anitoba in November &lt;/span&gt; is so bleak that I don't know as I've ever taken a photo here in this month.  Certainly not now in 2006!  So I looked back, and lo and behold! in 1975 I was in North Dakota with some friends staying at a Motel 6, and here's where I actually did take one photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not break the bed, in case you're a Motel 6 shareholder - just tested it to make sure it would be safe for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-1469060418164986325?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/1469060418164986325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/1469060418164986325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2006/11/bleakness-here.html' title='Bleakness Here'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAqILJeE4PI/AAAAAAAAADs/SWOF_mEZHcA/s72-c/G+Bed+Jump+Motel+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-940511256457026639</id><published>2006-10-18T21:26:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:41:58.907+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beavers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAj2ePuj3HI/AAAAAAAAADc/mnjWZ8K_WTs/s1600-h/IMGP2245-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 418px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAj2ePuj3HI/AAAAAAAAADc/mnjWZ8K_WTs/s400/IMGP2245-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190669570022825074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;K we're back in Canada.  &lt;/span&gt;It's been a good transition, though we so miss our friends and familiar places in Germany.  But Canada has its own attraction, here we're at Pine Point, a hike I've done dozens of times going way back.  Will this have been my last?  Likely, but I'm holding out for beaver dams and wilderness trails in heaven!  And of course I pray that my children will join me there, but that's up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a perfect fall day, and I love this photo of Jackie.  The beaver will come back tonite to finish his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAj2V_uj3GI/AAAAAAAAADU/IR-1k-WOqRM/s1600-h/IMGP2246.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-940511256457026639?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/940511256457026639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/940511256457026639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2006/10/s-o-here-we-are-back-in-canada.html' title='Beavers'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAj2ePuj3HI/AAAAAAAAADc/mnjWZ8K_WTs/s72-c/IMGP2245-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113309850229939124</id><published>2006-08-30T13:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:25:51.435+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Work in Europe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;e worked with&lt;/span&gt; the Black Forest Academy, a school in Germany operated by Janz Team. The school has a North American curriculum, and is a boarding school with about 180 boarders plus 180 home students. More on BFA later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMGP0810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMGP0810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Gary:&lt;/span&gt; As the Business Manager here at the school, I looked after the assets, managing the money as it came in and got spent. As a team of 9 men and women, we managed different aspects of BFA. Working with these people was always fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Bernice: &lt;/span&gt;I worked as the Librarian for the Elementary School. That means I got to buy lots of good books, kept the library looking good, helped children as they checked out books, and taught library skills. I love being with children, and since I'm also certified as a teacher, I provided cover for other teachers when they couldn't be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113309850229939124?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113309850229939124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113309850229939124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2006/11/our-work.html' title='Our Work in Europe'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-3443171712660920414</id><published>2006-08-07T19:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T19:28:40.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye, Black Forest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;itzenkirch Trail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; - a fitting place to symbolize our years here in Germany.  This 35 minute link between the high school where I worked and the Elementary School where Bernice worked winds through pasture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/R-vm1P3xQdI/AAAAAAAAACc/vIpiIa_vcZc/s1600-h/Signpost.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/R-vm1P3xQdI/AAAAAAAAACc/vIpiIa_vcZc/s400/Signpost.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182489598687789522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;s and cherry orchards, the wooded hills of the Black Forest rising all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How often, on a nice day, would I walk t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he 3 km or so to lunch with Bernice, often down by the village fountain, and then make my way back in the sunshine.  It was a wonderful break, and we've made so many memories there.  Always, walking there, often with cattle or sheep alongside, the narrow valley entrances like gates to places of mystery and great beauty, brought to mind these verses from Psalm 100:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="en-NKJV-15510" class="sup"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Make a joyful shout to the LORD, all you lands!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" id="en-NKJV-15511" class="sup"  &gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Serve the LORD with gladness; Come before His presence with singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" id="en-NKJV-15512" class="sup"  &gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Know that the LORD, He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; God; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;who&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; has made us, and not we ourselves;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;        We are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; His people and the sheep of His pasture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" id="en-NKJV-15513" class="sup"  &gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Enter into His gates with thanksgiving, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; into His courts with praise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        Be thankful to Him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; bless His name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" id="en-NKJV-15514" class="sup"  &gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; For the LORD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; good; His mercy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; everlasting, And His truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;endures&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to all generations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was our last walk down this trail, kinda sad, but the memories are lasting and beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-3443171712660920414?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/3443171712660920414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/3443171712660920414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2006/08/s-itzenkirch-trail-fitting-place-to.html' title='Good-bye, Black Forest'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/R-vm1P3xQdI/AAAAAAAAACc/vIpiIa_vcZc/s72-c/Signpost.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-4343110346793125555</id><published>2006-08-03T19:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:09:32.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hofen - The Sandstone Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/R-vpSf3xQeI/AAAAAAAAACk/OzgWuBK6Jk0/s1600-h/IMG_2416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/R-vpSf3xQeI/AAAAAAAAACk/OzgWuBK6Jk0/s400/IMG_2416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182492300222218722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t was here that it all began.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 3, 1979 Bernice and I were married here, and we've always made a point of returning on our trips or anniversaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an old sandstone church set on a hill in the country, unlike most churches in Germany which anchor the town centers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, we hoped Germany would be an important part of our life together, and indeed, through what we see as a gift from God, so it came to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-4343110346793125555?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/4343110346793125555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/4343110346793125555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2008/03/schlaechtenhaus.html' title='Hofen - The Sandstone Church'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/R-vpSf3xQeI/AAAAAAAAACk/OzgWuBK6Jk0/s72-c/IMG_2416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-1029108780909809455</id><published>2006-06-09T04:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:07:21.214+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;nd then we had&lt;/span&gt; two grads! Chris has had three years in Niverville Elementary, then three years home-schooled, then two years in Prague, and now finally four years here in Kandern. What a rich mix - and how thankful we are for all the wonderful teachers and others who have built into his life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where do things go from here for Chris? He will start his first year in Manitoba at the University there, and then we will see where things go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of the prices though of moves such as Chris has made is that good &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/Rqv-rRV85gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NZHzfVZBvxM/s1600-h/IMG_1876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092443823015781890" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/Rqv-rRV85gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NZHzfVZBvxM/s400/IMG_1876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;friends get left behind - often never to be seen again.  Of course, the blessing of family is that some people will always be part of your life--and here Chris is posing with his sister Jaclyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-1029108780909809455?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/1029108780909809455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/1029108780909809455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2006/06/nd-then-we-had-two-grads-chris-has-had.html' title='Graduation!'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/Rqv-rRV85gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NZHzfVZBvxM/s72-c/IMG_1876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-114743806772703627</id><published>2006-05-06T14:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:06:40.347+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Track Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMG_1661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMG_1661.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he first Saturday of May &lt;/span&gt;is set aside to watch our athletes at Black Forest Academy compete against athletes from American Department of Defense schools around Europe.  Chris runs four events, including these 320 m hurdles. Here, Chris was competing with just these two students in this heat, and by the time the finish line rolled around he had just  enough energy left to come out on top.  Because BFA has so many residential students, it is really important to provide them with weekend activities which they enjoy, and sports is certainly a big part of life at our school.  There is much more to sports than playing games, as the relationships which are formed between coaches and team members, and between the team members themselves, are very satisfying and helpful to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMG_1669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 323px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMG_1669.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; students.  So much of life can be made so much better with the injection of a good dose of self-discipline.  And self-discipline is certainly the word for success in sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-114743806772703627?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114743806772703627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114743806772703627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2006/05/track-day.html' title='Track Day'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-2357892111333873687</id><published>2006-04-27T19:45:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:52:30.962+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey - It's a Mazda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAj65fuj3II/AAAAAAAAADk/IaDPdCJifKs/s1600-h/IMGP2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAj65fuj3II/AAAAAAAAADk/IaDPdCJifKs/s400/IMGP2094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190674436220771458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ur trusty Mitsubishi van, first cousin of the feared Japanese Zero fighter planes, has died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: "&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t lasted almost 4 years taking us everywhere, but the head gasket sealed its last, and breathed a sigh of anti-freeze vapour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in its place, we have found this nimble 93 Mazda - for just 1000 Euros - exactly what we sold the broken van for, to some Arab traders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-2357892111333873687?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/2357892111333873687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/2357892111333873687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-its-mazda.html' title='Hey - It&apos;s a Mazda!'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAj65fuj3II/AAAAAAAAADk/IaDPdCJifKs/s72-c/IMGP2094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-114733650188750256</id><published>2006-04-11T10:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:04:38.102+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulip Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMG_1569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMG_1569.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pril is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;blossom time&lt;/span&gt; in our corner of the world.  The hillsides are covered with white and pink, as the cherry and apple trees do their best to attract the bees they need to produce the fruit later in the summer.  And although we are not in Holland, there is always a profusion of tulips and daffodils at this time of the year.  This picture below was taken in the roadside field of a farmer who has planted millions of tulips.  The public is invited to stop, cut what flowers they like, and drop the money into a roadside box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, each part of the wor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMG_1550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMG_1550.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ld has its beauty.  while the flowers here are amazing, I still remember the acres of tiger lilies growing on the farm I lived on as a boy -- and these were not planted by any person, they grew wild.  And then there were the amazing expanses of Indian paintbrush in Waterton National Park -- reminds me of what the flowers' designer had to say:  "Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"  I&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ndeed he wasn't, and he probably didn't smell as nice either.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-114733650188750256?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114733650188750256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114733650188750256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2006/04/tulip-time.html' title='Tulip Time'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-114733511262372267</id><published>2006-03-26T09:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T15:25:49.503+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mauritius</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMGP1537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 476px; height: 315px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/320/IMGP1537.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;n March we were given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; the opportunity of a lifetime by my parents -- a two-week vacation for the whole family in Mauritius.  Mauritius is an island nation off the coast of Madagascar in the Indian Ocean, and is truly a tropical paradise.  How excited we all were as we boarded the 12 hour flight from Frankfurt and headed south!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mauritius is completely surrounded by white sand beaches inside a coral reef, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; between the reef and the beaches is the warmest, most beautifully colored water we had ever seen.  The friendly Mauritian people added to the experience, and it w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;as a vacation we will never forget.   Even the sky looks different in the southern hemisphere at night -- gone are the familiar characters, replaced by stars we had never seen.  It was a wonderful experience all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning as we stepped out onto our deck, we were greeted with this 180° rainbow in a perfectly clear blue sky arching over the Indian Ocean.  The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; rainbow reminded me of God's many promises, promises which we find especially important giv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMGP1608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 295px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMGP1608.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;en the uncertainty of our lives at this point in time.  As we read his word, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;we are reminded of the many t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;imes in the past when he has come through for us, and we know he will do so again even as we consider the unplanned return to Canada we w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMG_1166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 333px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMG_1166.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ill soon need to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the Indian Ocean and some of the creatures enjoying it looked like up close.  Mauritius is only about 65 km long, but off the coast are numerous smaller deserted islands, and this last picture is one of our family enjoying the deserted beach there, with the mountains of Mauritius some 15 km in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Mom and Dad, for allowing us to make memories we will never forget, in Mauritius of all places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-114733511262372267?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114733511262372267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114733511262372267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2006/03/mauritius.html' title='Mauritius'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-114081524674725064</id><published>2006-02-27T22:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:01:33.561+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat in the Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMG_0940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/200/IMG_0940.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMG_0787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMG_0787.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;eb 27 is birthday time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; as Jackie and Gary share that one. Jackie invited 3 friends out for bowling - do you know they have 9-pin here? Set up like a diamond. We are so blessed to still have a single-digit-aged child in our home - the enthusiasm and joy of a child is something that has brought a bright ray of sunshine into our home, no matter what the circumstances. As for Gary - well - as you get older, the obvious fact that we are fragile short-lived creatures is ever-more evident. So we live life to the full while we can. The shadow of ALS over our lives notwithstanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMG_0720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 393px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMG_0720.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This month is also reading month at the school, and Bernice, being the librarian, encouraged kids to come to school dressed s a favorite character. So here she is in her catty best.  It just so happened that on this day a boyfriend she hadn't seen for 30 years dropped by the school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaclyn is one of the top winners in the school, and that means a trip to McDonald's, on the house. Not sure McD's is the best choice, but kids like it no matter what the contents of the food may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-114081524674725064?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114081524674725064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114081524674725064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2006/02/cat-in-hat.html' title='Cat in the Hat'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-114071025030909668</id><published>2006-02-23T16:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:52:07.499+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Turin Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/Walk%20In%2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/320/Walk%20In%2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ith Canada's hockey team favoured to win a Gold Medal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; 50 of us, including Tim (left) &amp;amp; Chris and me, bussed down to Turin to see them play the Czechs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We headed out from Kandern early in the morning, crossing Switzerland and the Alps into Italy to take in the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Turin's a large city, but the huge Olympic flame was our guide to the venue in the heart of the city. It was amazing to think that we were in the same city as many of the world's top winter athletes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Included in the crowd was The Great One - Wayne Gretzky, and although &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/The%20Game%2004.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/The%20Game%2004.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he wasn't sitting far away, a glass barrier separated the box seats (his) from the cheaper seats (ours), and so we did not meet him. His Dad was walking around meeting folks though, and here is likely as close as I will get to greatness. I don't know who the kid who popped into the photo is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Olympic Experience was terrific, and it is a day we will not forget! The game was great - Canada even won 3-2, though the Czechs played much better and deserved to win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Given that these winter games only come once in four, one wonders what the world will be like, where will I be, what will happen before the next ones. I'm glad God knows the future - not me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-114071025030909668?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114071025030909668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114071025030909668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2006/02/turin-olympics.html' title='Turin Olympics'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-114078119439348420</id><published>2006-01-07T12:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:48:11.398+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMG_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMG_0010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;kiing is a perfect way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to enjoy a beautiful day in the Black Forest - and today we headed out to Belchen, the second highest hill in the area, just 30 minutes from home. All went very well - Jackie honed her 7-year-old skills, and Chris joined some friends already there for an exciting day of Snow-Boarding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMG_0423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMG_0423.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BUT ... the fun only lasted so long, and then a particularly bad fall on the last run of the day resulted in a hand that was bent at an odd angle, and a lot of pain. After a $500 ride down the hill on a snowmobile, then another $550 ride to the hospital in the ambulance, well, Chris looked like this. Surgery in the next few days inserted some metal to stabilize the bones while healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belchen is one of three high hills in our area - from 1165 meters to 1492 meters above sea level.  Kandern is at 350.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-114078119439348420?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114078119439348420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114078119439348420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2006/01/broken-bones.html' title='Broken Bones'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-114096215004366769</id><published>2006-01-03T14:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:55:59.097+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Plastic Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMG_0405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMG_0405.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he Burger King &lt;/span&gt;in Freiburg had this nice girl, whom Tim befriended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMG_0405.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-114096215004366769?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114096215004366769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114096215004366769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2006/01/plastic-friend.html' title='Plastic Friend'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-114096036343237043</id><published>2005-12-20T14:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:23:44.462+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMG_0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMG_0200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t doesn't take much of an excuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; for us to head back to Prague! And so with Jayne back, and some of her best friends in Prague for Christmas, and some of our dear friends there too, we made the 750 km trip back there, one last time? Maybe. It was great to see the old familiar sights again, and to enjoy the experiences which remind us so much of our two years there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kandern was also very beautiful this time, due to an unexpected snowfall, and this is the town we have come to call home and love as our own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMGP1222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMGP1222.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Christmas - the ghosts of the many we've enjoyed in the past, the reality of the one we are presently enjoying, and the unknown future ones - sometimes shadowy and scary - the verse that comes to mind is this: "I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I've committed unto Him against that day." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-114096036343237043?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114096036343237043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114096036343237043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-2005.html' title='Christmas 2005'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-114072321145758573</id><published>2005-12-08T20:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:51:09.797+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas with Jayne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMGP1328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/320/IMGP1328.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ovember 30 was to have brought Jayne&lt;/span&gt; to us for a month at Christmas. When she arrived in Montreal via Air Canada on a ticket purchased from Expedia to board her leg to London via British Airways, she was in for an unpleasant surprise...they refused to board her claiming she was late for the flight. (She was not late - Air Canada had delivered her on time.) So that meant a 24 hour wait in Montreal overnight, and a $250 penalty which she had to pay on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - she did get here, and now we are in a celebrator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMGP1190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMGP1190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;y mood as we look forward to the month of December! (Later, she did get her $250 back, plus a credit of $250 to fly BA again. Might never take them up on that one though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part of living overseas is the little you see of your children once they are on their own.  Without the conviction that we are where God has clearly led and placed us, this would be the time to cut and run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-114072321145758573?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114072321145758573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114072321145758573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-with-jayne.html' title='Christmas with Jayne'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-114071951502008045</id><published>2005-11-23T19:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:15:46.971+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cafe LaCoste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMGP1057_1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMGP1057_1.2.jpg" border="0" height="330" width="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;erman desserts often look better &lt;/span&gt;than they are, but not if baked by Cafe LaCoste - they are every bit as good as they look. I hope you visit us someday - we'll be pleased to treat you to some of these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kandern is a quaint town, 1230 years old - that's right, founded in 776 AD! Thus it has narrow, crooked streets, lined with buildings dating back hundreds of years. It's at the confluence of two small mountain streams, and at one time had a few mills to show for the water power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kandern has three fine grocery stores, the usual banks and offices, and a hardware store, Schneider's, that brings one back &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMGP1257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10pt 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMGP1257.jpg" border="0" height="238" width="354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to the days when a store had everything in one little place - be it in bins and boxes or whatever. We actually rarely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to leave Kandern. And that suits us just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of our Christmas traditions, including the Yule tree, originated here in Germany. It is a wonderful place to be during the Christmas season. It helps that it's not minus 30 degrees Celsius too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-114071951502008045?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114071951502008045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114071951502008045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/11/cafe-lacoste.html' title='Cafe LaCoste'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113311968700363520</id><published>2005-11-13T20:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:14:28.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMG_0084.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMG_0084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he sun shone beautifully today,&lt;/span&gt; and in late afternoon we headed up into the hills around Kandern. Good friends, Ted &amp;amp; Betty Dick, were with us.  Not more than 7 kilometers out, a bank of fog rolled in from France, completely obscuring the landscapes we had hoped to see. Blauen ("The Blue One"), looming some 800 meters above our valley, provides the best views. Might we rise high enough to penetrate the fog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from below had been one of gloom and greyness. But from on top, it was as though we had emerged from a misty ocean, an ocean which pushed into the bays formed by the hills as they descended toward the Rhein River to the West. There was no trace of the many towns and roads below us - a normally busy scene had been transformed into one of complete tranquility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The transformation we witnessed reminds me of God's work in our lives. What appears to us as fog and disappointment, He changes to a thing of beauty, peace and joy.  I think He will do this with my ALS as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113311968700363520?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113311968700363520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113311968700363520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/11/ocean.html' title='Ocean'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113309994651948712</id><published>2005-10-27T12:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:21:17.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMGP0891.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMGP0891.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t has been conjectured&lt;/span&gt; that when the Lord takes us to heaven, it will be via Switzerland. This picture was taken today at around noon, looking out over the mighty Central Alps from Műrren, a town on a ledge suspended high above the Lauterbrunnen valley. This is typical Swiss country, and we so enjoy a sunny day spent in the Alps. A farmer down the valley was burning some wood this morning, and the smoke stratified and hung in a thin layer over the valley floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day we were with my cousin, Paul Loewen, and his wife Mary. We hiked for about 5 hours with these scenes all around us. We had to remind ourselves constantly that this was Real - not just a wonderful Dream. Later Paul and Mary took us to a wonderful restaurant, right on the shore of the Thuner See - a lovely mountain lake. We watched the Alps turn pink, and then purple as the sun set behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my condition, heaven looms large.  Here's what I anticipate:  With the creativity of God so evident in our fallen world, I'm anticipating even much better - lots of diversity in stunning geography with seas and rivers and mountains and all, amazing new kinds of plant and animal life, a spectacular accessible "deep space" cosmos around it all - I really anticipate a lot more than golden streets and cities.  I imagine the colours and sounds, sights and smells and tastes to be many orders of magnitude beyond what we already have.  I hope there will be lots to discover and learn about - not just that we know everything about the new created order from the outset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes - even if heaven is "only" as lovely as Switzerland, I will be quite happy to live there forever ... with the Son of God who has made it possible for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113309994651948712?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113309994651948712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113309994651948712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/10/hiking.html' title='Hiking'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113346458470060371</id><published>2005-10-03T20:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:06:19.033+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rome Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMG_0143_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMG_0143_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he Senior Class of the school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; is very special - they are only months away from being torn apart, many never to see each other again, because they come from so many different places, to whence they will return. So in October, this class of 75 kids takes one week off school to travel to Florence, Venice, and Rome. Rome is a long day's drive from where we are, the other cities a little closer. Staff who have been class sponsors for the past four years as the class has moved from Freshman to Senior status accompany them. It really sets the tone for the remainder of the year, serving as a bonding time, not to mention the many things they learn in places of such historic significance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is Chris and his friend Charity, in front of the class's lodgings right by the Mediterranean Sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113346458470060371?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113346458470060371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113346458470060371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/10/rome-trip.html' title='Rome Trip'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113346362964914350</id><published>2005-09-21T19:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:20:46.437+02:00</updated><title type='text'>School Begins Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ach Wednesday, I meet with the Administrative Committee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;of the school and this is where the issues confronting the school are discussed.  We represent our different divisions, and our group includes the Director, the Principal, the Residence Life Director, the Student Life Chaplain, and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMGP0710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMGP0710.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It really is a great time to talk through things that can make the school a better place, and the camaraderie we enjoy is about the best I've ever experienced.  Teamwork is stressed, and we all help each other as we each bring items to the agenda in a free-wheeling discussion that really does seem to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy my brother-in-law Mark, here second from the right.  He leads the meetings this year as Interim Director of BFA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113346362964914350?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113346362964914350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113346362964914350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/09/school-begins-again.html' title='School Begins Again'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113309944837312439</id><published>2005-09-13T02:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:57:52.326+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMGP0904_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMGP0904_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hese rusty pipes &lt;/span&gt;can be found on high pastures, bringing water from a spring to a trough, sometimes hewn from a single large log, for the cows to drink. We often fill our Sigg bottles with this water, and it is always cold and good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a little like water. It flows and flows ... until it is exhausted. It can be beautiful and clear, providing refreshment to those it comes into contact with. I've become more aware of how precious is life, since being told I have ALS. A disease for which there is no cure, nor known cause, it is always terminal, and usually runs its course within 4 years or so. As of today, I've had ALS symptoms for one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowing clear and clean water also reminds me of the Living Water that Jesus offered the woman at the well in John 4. Jesus used a picture of the most important and beautiful life-sustaining substance there is ... to show that there is something even much more important, and that while it is freely given, only He can provide it to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that Jesus' Living Water will be accepted by many, so that we will share it together, without end, when life's water, good as it can be, is exhausted for each of us, as it inevitably must be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113309944837312439?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113309944837312439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113309944837312439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/09/water.html' title='Water'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113344610503508527</id><published>2005-08-10T15:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:56:00.508+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/Picture%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/Picture%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ummer in Kandern&lt;/span&gt; usually means lots of time at the pool. We're lucky in that there is a great park there, season tickets are cheap, and the pool is beautiful and, typical of all things German, very clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jackie has learned to go off the high board, though not diving yet from that height, and loves this long water slide - here she's just at the top ready to go!! Given that there's little else to do in this small town in summer (OK, lots of hiking and biking opportunities, and a nice ice cream shop, but that's about it), Jackie is almost never alone at the pool - all her friends are there too. So it's a great place to cool down on a hot day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But I have to admit it's not West Hawk Lake, or Grand Beach. There just are no natural water features around here except rivers and streams. Manitoba does have some great things going for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113344610503508527?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113344610503508527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113344610503508527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/08/pool-days.html' title='Pool Days'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113329373892787102</id><published>2005-08-02T20:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:54:48.442+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/100_0026.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/100_0026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he's 47 today -&lt;/span&gt; and we've also been married 26 years today!  So I planned a surprise dinner for Bernice and 8 of our best friends here in Kandern.  It was a super evening at the Mattenműhle restaurant in Oberegginen.  It's been a great 26 years - only regret might be that we didn't get married younger.  But then, Bernice was only 21 that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe that we were married right here in Kandern - who'd have thought we'd again be living here all these years later!  We visited the church this week too - a little red sandstone chapel on a hillside, with a tall spire pointing to God above.  It has been a wonderful 26, and we hope for many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the dinner, a waitress accidentally spilled about half a litre of Coke onto our friend.  She was very apologetic, but at the end of the evening I accidentally tipped her about $30, due to my misuse of a German phrase!  I had intended to say that everything was fine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAqJw5eE4QI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SigswgYFEb4/s1600-h/Bernice08-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAqJw5eE4QI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SigswgYFEb4/s400/Bernice08-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191112993651613954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but used a phrase telling her to keep the change.  She must wonder about us North American types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 years ago Bernice looked like this - cute, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113329373892787102?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113329373892787102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113329373892787102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sC6uS-bSohE/SAqJw5eE4QI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SigswgYFEb4/s72-c/Bernice08-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113344854596444524</id><published>2005-07-07T15:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:52:27.468+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMG_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMG_0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hris can't pass up a swim&lt;/span&gt; if there is one to be had. Today we were high up above Grindelwald at Alpbachsee, a small icy lake in a mountain-ringed bowl. Although it is July, the water still had snow fields next to it. Not to be outdone though, one of his friends, though from sunny California, also took the plunge. They didn't stay in long, I can tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We used to go camping every other summer along the Great Lakes, often Lake Superior, and there too the water is not very warm. Maybe someday we will get back into camping - Jackie has never had that experience - she's grown up in a very different world than our older three did!  She doesn't actually have any memories of Canada at all - but then, she was only 4 the last time she was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113344854596444524?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113344854596444524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113344854596444524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/07/ice-water.html' title='Ice Water'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113337900955447977</id><published>2005-07-02T20:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:49:38.409+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastry Café</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/A60%20Staufen%20June%2005%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/A60%20Staufen%20June%2005%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he town of Staufen&lt;/span&gt; has a large castle on a hill, with vineyards all the way to the top. It also has this great Pastry Café, and so we stopped in here to sample the Kuchen. German cakes are very appealing in both their appearance and taste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a great time with Mom and Dad, and I hope they can come again next summer for Chris's Graduation. Over the course of their stay, we hiked over 100 km, much of it in the Swiss Alps. They leave tomorrow. They've been able to come to Europe 4 times in 4 years now - not like the old missionary days where you'd head out, often never to return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113337900955447977?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113337900955447977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113337900955447977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/07/pastry-caf.html' title='Pastry Café'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113344962020406018</id><published>2005-06-23T16:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:48:22.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese and Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/IMG_00172.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/IMG_00172.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;urope is famous for Cheese and Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;, and when you travel around, you do see cows everywhere. Some of them even have some pretty nice views &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We have often been treated to the sound of cowbells as we climb the slopes, and one wonders how the cows are cared for so high in the mountains. In fact, the farmers come up to milk them, and make the cheese right on site. Sometimes one sees the old-fashioned metal milk cans cooling in the rushing streams up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The mountains here are so tamed that you'd never see a cougar or a bear as you might in the Rockies - here you'd be lucky to see a marmot! Much of the farmers' incomes comes in the form of government subsidies, and they say those days may soon be over, due to the shrinking population of Europe. Then farmlands will be abandoned, the land likely becoming wild again.  Already, wolves have returned to parts or Eastern Europe where the population of humans has slowly died out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113344962020406018?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113344962020406018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113344962020406018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/06/cheese-and-chocolate.html' title='Cheese and Chocolate'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113320869683621653</id><published>2005-06-21T21:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:43:41.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Adelboden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hat a Day! &lt;/span&gt;Summer's here, and Switzerland is Beautiful. Today Bernice and Jackie and I rode the gondola up to the top of Tschentenalp, and then hiked back the 4 hours to our chalet in the valley below. It was wonderful - nothing like hiking with people you love in a place that's beautiful. Jackie and I even found a waist-deep mountain stream on the way down for a chilling dip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/Adelboden%20June%2005%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/Adelboden%20June%2005%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The mountain flowers are best in late June, and the mountainsides were covered with them today. It is amazing how many different kinds there are at these high altitudes, where the season is short and quite harsh. I caught these insects enjoying the fragrance as well - what a lovely afternoon we had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been here for a few days, renting a chalet with my folks down in the valley at Adelboden. This is a very rural Swiss farm village, and there are cows everywhere, all through the valley and high up in the mountain pastures. Last night we heard cow bells into the night, as farmers were busy queuing up their cattle for the move up into higher pastures for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/Adelboden%20June%2005%20124_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/Adelboden%20June%2005%20124_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been perfect, and although my folks are 75 and 80 years old, they've kept right up with us as we hike mile after mile at the highest altitudes we can find. This is a wonderful time and place. It has been six months since I found out for sure that I have ALS. Wonder what next summer will bring? We can do nothing but trust God in this situation. There is nowhere else to turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113320869683621653?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113320869683621653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113320869683621653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/06/adelboden.html' title='Adelboden'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-114096153492435316</id><published>2005-05-26T14:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:41:51.441+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Hiker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/Canada%20Pictures%20078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/Canada%20Pictures%20078.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ou might think that all we do is hike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; In fact, we do quite a lot of it - it is free, it is great exercise, and the area is second to none.  We love it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today we were up above Grindelwald - a lovely spring day, with still some snow around at higher levels, but warm sunshine and flowers everywhere.  Jaclyn has great hiking legs - 4 to 5 hours are OK at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All through the area are cold wells to supply us with our drinking water along the way.  Here Jackie has just tanked up in front of that ancient barn.  There are plenty of fellow hikers - you can't hike in Europe and hope to find remote places you have all to yourself, as we would be used to in Manitoba or the Rockies.  But it is beautiful almost beyond description, and that makes up for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-114096153492435316?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114096153492435316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/114096153492435316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/05/little-hiker.html' title='Little Hiker'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113337826352082171</id><published>2005-05-01T20:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:39:37.594+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/Canada%20Pictures%20113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/Canada%20Pictures%20113.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ay 1st, and look how green it is!&lt;/span&gt;  This photo is taken from the top of Sausenburg, which is a castle tower rising up from the forest at the top of a hill.  In the background is the Blauen, the highest hill in the area, and from which, on clear days, you can see the Alps stretched out all across the southern horizon.  They are about 80 km from here.  We've walked up the Blauen a few times - takes about 3 hours and rises 800 meters from Kandern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is beautiful here, and long - lasts about three months, with lots of greenery, apple blossoms, and even lambs feeding with their new Moms (or is it the other way around?) on the hillsides.  While lambs are cute, sheep aren't - they look stupid, even have silly looking faces.  God compares us to sheep throughout the Bible, and yet He still loves us.  I'm reminded of that each time I see sheep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113337826352082171?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113337826352082171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113337826352082171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/05/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113337771656919168</id><published>2005-04-24T20:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:37:58.476+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Toronto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/Canada%20Pictures%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/Canada%20Pictures%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;his week, my brothers and sister and I&lt;/span&gt; surprised Dad, appearing in Toronto where he had sort of been lured to, to celebrate his 80th birthday. We rented a summer camp and had a big house to ourselves.  We made all our own food, and this is Don, my brother, one of the chefs! We had a great time as a family, not having been together since 2000. Mom and Dad are both healthier than I - definitely still part of the "young old".  We even had some time to tour old haunts, since they lived in Kitchener when they were first married, and I was born there. (The camp was near Kitchener.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also so good to see Jayne, as she had just finished up her first year of university and was about to move off to Manitoba.  I helped her box up about 400 pounds of books, and then we mailed them to Manitoba.  I wonder when we will see Jayne next? It was hard to see her pull out of Toronto on the Greyhound, for the long ride to Winnipeg, just hours before I boarded a plane back to Basel. It is always hard to part, when you don't have a ticket, or at least a plan, in hand for the next visit.  Hope we get to live nearer each other again sometime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113337771656919168?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113337771656919168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113337771656919168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/04/toronto.html' title='Toronto'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113345444091454518</id><published>2005-04-09T17:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:30:51.368+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bee Pops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/102_0249.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/102_0249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ears ago, Raisin Bran was on sale&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; for $1 a box, and the kids and I loaded up on 25 boxes. We always liked Raisin Bran, which you can't get here. In fact, Germany has awful cereals - this is Jackie's fav, called Bee Pops. Then there are about 5 different kind of cornflakes, all of which are pretty well exactly the same. There is even a chocolatey product called Choc Blops, and that's exactly what it looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Germany also has an iced tea called Comet, and their main toilet paper is called Happy End - they've used a lot of English in the last decade, not all of it really that good a choice of words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Anyway, here Jackie had asked for a "Bigger than Usual" bowl of Cereal, and this was her immediate response. Now if only the teenagers in our family were that easy to please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113345444091454518?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113345444091454518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113345444091454518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/04/bee-pops.html' title='Bee Pops'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113320735287998335</id><published>2005-03-21T20:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:30:09.507+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tower of Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/Picture%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/320/Picture%20044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ver half a year since I knew something was wrong with my body,&lt;/span&gt; and here I am with the apparent strength of Samson, holding up the Tower of Pisa.  I was here in March of '78 and climbed to the top.  Nowadays that's pretty expensive.  The first time Jackie saw the tower she refused to walk on the "falling" side of it - thought it would come down on top of her for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernice and I are here with Tim and Jackie, and it's been beautiful weather - even dipped our toes in the green waters of the Mediterranean. We've rented a lovely apartment in an ancient stone house in the country, and from there we drive each day to places like Siena, Florence, Volterra, and San Gimignano. Beautiful towns in a place that reminds me of the Holy Land. Maybe because the renaissance painters from this area painted so many Holy Land scenes, and always set them in this kind of landscape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;San Gimignano is a town which was a stop on the pilgrim route from northern Europe to Rome.  It became quite rich as a result, and to this day has about 20 tall stone towers built by competing families to show off their wealth!  You can see the town from many miles away, as it sits on the top of a hill, and then the towers rise from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italy is the most interesting of all the European nations, and though I've been here often, it still seems like a dream too good to be real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113320735287998335?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113320735287998335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113320735287998335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/03/tower-of-strength.html' title='Tower of Strength'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113329037831300354</id><published>2005-03-07T19:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:29:16.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Bentley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/Picture%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/Picture%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o - this isn't our Bentley ... &lt;/span&gt; but it WOULD be nice!  Each March we drive down to Geneva with friends for the Auto Show!  Canada may have its Chevy's, and Fords, and such, but here we see the Maybachs, Lamborghinis, and Ferraris of the world, along with the VW's and Škodas and Volvos, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Bentley would be one of my choices if I could have three or four cars - maybe with its powerful engine it would make a good camping car - you know, for pulling the trailer!  The boys have had a great day at the show today - and it is always fun to drive along the Autobahn later with all the other auto-show'rs.  Of course, our car is always the beater of the day - we usually have a contest to see if anyone can find a car worth less than ours.  Once Chris saw one, he thought.  But hey, what can we expect - this is Switzerland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113329037831300354?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113329037831300354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113329037831300354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/03/our-bentley.html' title='Our Bentley'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113337638876116140</id><published>2005-02-07T19:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:28:27.344+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Herrischried</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/101_0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/101_0106.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ackie and Bernice and I&lt;/span&gt; went skiing today in this little Black Forest resort town.  Here we are taking a break during the lunch hour.  Jackie is a pretty good skier - certainly fearless! - and we love the freedom of racing down a hill, to meet at the bottom and ride up on the chair again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernice and I have skied ever since we were married, mostly at Bozeman Montana and Kimberley BC.  She's got great form, though not the daring spirit I tend to be.  Here in Europe the skiing isn't as exciting, even in the Alps, because the snow line is too high.  All the runs are above the tree line, so there are no cozy runs carved out of the forests, no forest trails to dipsey-doodle through at high speed!  But the towns and villages at the bases of the ski areas are much "quainter" and more interesting, and there are no Golden Arches visible from the runs either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113337638876116140?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113337638876116140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113337638876116140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/02/herrischried.html' title='Herrischried'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113337550949616870</id><published>2005-02-02T19:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:27:45.854+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Witches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/100_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/100_0032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oday is Fasching&lt;/span&gt;, that is, the day when a period prior to Lent begins.  Over the centuries, this came to be known as the last day to really round out your load of sin before you had to think of repenting, and so many occultic traditions developed.  Now, of course, it is just a cultural thing, or so they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each Fasching, clubs from the surrounding towns mount a huge parade, with many carved wooden masks and eerie costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In nearby Basel, my friend Ted Dick and I observed the piccolo parade.  For that, one sets himself down on a square prior to 4 AM, just in time to see all the city lights switched off.  Then columns of piccolo players - thousands in total - emerge from all the darkened side streets, carrying lanterns and playing the same melody over and over again.  Quite a cool experience, though I'm not sure what the historical significance is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Europe has always been a spiritually dark place, though it was through the centuries of darkness that the truth of Scripture was preserved by monks and monastic orders.  One wonders what the spiritual future of Europe might be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113337550949616870?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113337550949616870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113337550949616870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/02/witches.html' title='Witches'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113329144824126525</id><published>2005-01-07T20:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:26:58.436+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/Picture%202015_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/Picture%202015_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he hardest thing about living overseas ,&lt;/span&gt;is saying good-bye to people you love, most of all, now, our own daughter.  Jayne has been here for three weeks, and it has been wonderful.  But all good things do come to an end, and today we've taken the time for a long hike through the valleys around Kandern.  It was a beautiful day, and a good time to talk about life with Jayne and try to know how she's doing.  We're very proud of how she's handling a difficult time of transition (for the third time in 4 years), and know that God will use these times to train her and shape her for life ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk from Kandern to Sitzenkirch, where Bernice teaches, is one of our favorites, and here you see the trail as it leads back to Kandern along the sunny side of the valley.  I'm sure we've walked this trail 50 times in the last 3 years.  It is about 3 kilometers from Kandern to Sitzenkirch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113329144824126525?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113329144824126525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113329144824126525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/01/good-bye.html' title='Good-Bye'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113329103867539919</id><published>2005-01-04T19:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:15:47.749+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bravuogn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/Picture%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/Picture%20080.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ravougn, or Bergun as it is called in German,&lt;/span&gt; is a little village in eastern Switzerland, and each of the last three years we've come here with 140 friends for skiing and sledding and fun.  This train goes up to Preda, a village way above Bergun, from where you take these sleds and run back down to town - about 5 km!  It is lit up all evening and so you can go from 9 AM until 11 PM, taking this train up every hour and sledding back down.  The train corkscrews upwards through several spiral tunnels.  Last night Jackie and I took the last train up the mountain - 11 PM, then waited for the entire train load of sledders to leave, allowing us to run down in solitude.  We stopped at a particularly dark point on the run down, and marvelled at Orion and other such starry fellows, looming up over the silhouettes of Alpine peaks around us.  It reminded us of the greatness of God, and how He displays Himself through the works of His hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was first here for Christmas '77 - hard to believe.  I'd never have thought that someday I'd be coming back here with my kids!  These are Tim and Chris.  Jayne is here with us too, as is Jackie.  Jackie has had great fun learning to ski this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113329103867539919?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113329103867539919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113329103867539919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2005/01/bravuogn.html' title='Bravuogn'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15386294.post-113318983651075270</id><published>2004-12-20T15:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:11:50.597+02:00</updated><title type='text'>News I didn't Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/1600/Canada%20Pictures%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/1423/400/Canada%20Pictures%20123.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oday I was told that I have Lou Gehrig's disease.&lt;/span&gt;  I had suspected this already from September 13, when I noticed the symptoms associated with this condition - tiny cramps in my hand, some twitches in my forearm, and a weakening last joint on the left hand index finger. It is an alarming thing to have your body do things you didn't command it to do! In the past 98 days then, I've had many tests done, looking for something that was causing these things to happen. Nothing was found, which leaves only one logical explanation: it is Lou Gehrig's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lou Gehrig's disease hits mostly thinner people, people who are physically active, and people who are over 40. While only about 2 of every 100,000 get it in any given year, about one out of 700 eventually does get it in his or her lifetime. So if you know about 700 people, like most people do, then one of them will get it. It looks like it is me - I guess you can tell the others you know that they don't need to worry about this anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what now?  The doctor said today that my case seems to be moving along more quickly than usual.  I don't believe him though.  I think I'm one of the ones who lives to a ripe old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo is taken at the base of a 700 year old castle, just a 40 minute hike from home.  We come here often, though it's a 300 meter climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15386294-113318983651075270?l=hildebrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113318983651075270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15386294/posts/default/113318983651075270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hildebrands.blogspot.com/2004/12/news-i-didnt-want.html' title='News I didn&apos;t Want'/><author><name>Aldabra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
