Archive for December, 2015

December 30, 2015

Raptors Game

In November I went to my first ever Raptors game. It could actually be considered my first ever professional sports game. I went with my work colleagues because we were given tickets by one of our clients. The seats we had were amazing! It was cool to finally experience being in a large stadium and seeing how the building was organized. The game was incredibly close which made it exciting to watch! Near the end of the game they were calling time-outs every few minutes because it would be so easy for the game to tip in the favour of either team. I could see the amount of strategy that was involved. The Raptors were better at manoeuvring and passing to get close to the net, but the Knicks kept getting three pointers. Because we were behind the net, we got free blow-up noise-makers for whenever the Knicks would take a penalty shot in our end. They must do so much training to maintain focus during the ruckus! The Knicks won with only a two point lead.

Stones throw

Work colleagues

Near the end of the game I somehow managed to give myself the most bizarre and embarrassing injury (second only to walking into a hole in the road on the streets of Kampala). During time-outs the mascot and cheerleaders would come out and throw free T-shirts into the crowd. I reached out to catch one that was coming my way (the guy beside me got it in the end) and as I did I sort of half stood up and then sat down hard. I somehow managed to come down and sit right on the edge of my phone! Ouch! I swallowed the pain and and managed to hide it as we left the stadium and even went out for drinks, but when I got home my ass was swollen and black and blue! I was walking funny for almost a week! Excluding my injury it was a great night. Next time I think I’ll just avoid getting swept up in the fandom so that I don’t get distracted, since that is when I usually hurt myself. :P


December 28, 2015

Autumn Hike

On October 25th my friends Jackie, Rachel, Vikkie and I went on a hike to Webster falls in Hamilton.  We are all very busy and so we had actually picked the day back in the summer already when they had come over to the East end to spend a day at the beach. Rachel came and picked me up with the others in the late morning and we drove down to Dundas. We wandered the shops for a while and then grabbed lunch at The Thirsty Cactus. From there we drove to the bottom point of the trail and made the ascent up the escarpment. The multi-coloured leaves were STUNNING! We were fortunate that the leaves had stayed on the trees for so long. It was a drizzly day but it meant that the trail was less busy. As we walked along I was being my crazy childish self as I ran to try and intercept falling leaves before they hit the ground. I think I just like the idea of catching a leaf that is entirely unique and has never touched the ground. There was one stunning look out point in particular that sat on the edge of a cliff. We took turns going to a clear area and taking photos of each other jumping in the air. Finally we got to the falls and enjoyed the scene while Jacky took the role of professional photographer. It was already getting dark and so we decided to take the road back. It was a pleasant surprise when the path took us along the train tracks for a while and a light fog settled in. The hike was just what I needed to expel some of the pent up energy and anxiety from my new job, my new apartment, and my grandma’s recent passing. Once again I was left in awe at the wonder of God’s creation. The leaves were dying and yet in their death exhibiting an amazing beauty. And yet when the leaves die we are not fearful because we trust that spring will come again with new life.

Colourful view

The two leaves that I caught at the same time!

The two leaves that I caught at the same time!

Webster falls

Webster falls

We got back to the car at dusk and drove back to Toronto. We stopped at NoFrills and picked up pumpkins to carve and apples for apple crisp. I really wanted to carve a watermelon for old time’s sake, but there were none and so we went with an acorn squash to try carving something new! Back at my place we made a delicious pasta dinner and freshly baked apple crisp for dessert. I was distraught because we had forgotten to get ice-cream when we were at the store (apple crisp just isn’t the same without vanilla ice-cream) and so I grabbed my bike, told the others I would be back in ten minutes, and rode out to No Frills. Unfortunately I discovered that No Frills closed early on Sundays and so off I went to Freschco! They were open yet and so twenty minutes later I was back and the ice-cream was well worth the journey! After dinner we started carving pumpkins. Jacky carved the big one into an evil grinning face, Vikkie carved a mischievous minion from the smallest, Rachel carved a frankenstein from the squash, and I carved Pinocchio from a pumpkin that had a long stem that I could use for the nose. We were proud of how they turned out!

Pumpkin carving

December 28, 2015


Grandma and Emma Lee

On October 16th, my Grandma took her last breath on this earth. She passed away peacefully while surrounded by her family. Here are some words that I have for her that I want to share and remember:

Dear Grandma,

I know you were ready to go and that gives me peace. You were ready to leave your frail body behind and be with your heavenly Father. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t hard for us who are left behind. I especially miss you this Christmas when we normally visit you as a family. I know you loved us very much and were very proud of us. You were always interested in everything we were up to. Since I didn’t see you often I would probably share something about my last trip or my last job or my last apartment. Somehow you managed to keep track. You always offered us orange juice and an abundance of cookies. Your orange juice was better than at home because it wasn’t from concentrate. There was never a limit on how many cookies we could take! Whenever we visited you were always crafting up a storm. I remember a red hat you knit for me that I would get a lot of compliments on and I would proudly say that my Grandma made it for me! Your warm woollen socks and slippers have gotten me through many cold winter days. If we made you a special request to make something, you would take up the challenge. I still have the pillow from my first ever airplane flight to France that I took home and asked you to make a cover for it that had the French flag. Whenever I was about to leave on a trip, you would never send me off without a roll of mentos and dropjes (black licorice candy) in hand. The mentos never lasted until take-off, but the dropjes did and I would eat them slowly and enjoy offering them to friends to try. I am fond of our visits when we were younger. We would stay around longer and my favourite thing to do was find the basket of little puzzles that you kept handy. There were foam puzzle blocks, and a wood block, a pattern magnet puzzle, and a triangle peg puzzle that I would absorb myself in. Sometimes we would watch one of your movies like Babe or 1968 Love Bug. We watched them dozens of times but never got tired of them. We also played endless games of Frustration and Mexican Train and Chicken Feet. I never had the patience back then to learn how to sew or knit, but now I have the sewing machine that you gave to Aunt Jane and I really enjoy it. I also taught myself to knit last year and made my first scarf. I definitely inherited some of your creative spirit. I also enjoyed visiting you as an adult because I would converse with you and hear bits and pieces of your life story. I am going to miss you but will think fondly of the time we had on this earth together. I look forward to the day when I will see you again!


Your loving granddaughter.

This is the Bible passage that Grandma left with us at her funeral. It is Psalm 130:

Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord!

O Lord, hear my voice!

Let your ears be attentive

to the voice of my pleas for mercy!

If you, O Lord, should mark iniquities,

O Lord, who could stand?

But with you there is forgiveness,

that you may be feared.

I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,

and in his word I hope;

my soul waits for the Lord

more than watchmen for the morning,

more than watchmen for the morning.

O Israel, hope in the Lord!

For with the Lord there is steadfast love,

and with him is plentiful redemption.

And he will redeem Israel

from all his iniquities.



Grandma’s obituary:

“Jannie (Jantje) Lammers, nee Wikkerink, was born June 2, 1932 in Aalten, the Netherlands, to Dela Gezina Wikkerink (nee Eppink) and Hendrik Jan Wikkerink. She was the third youngest of eight children. She was predeceased by her brothers, Gerrit and Henk and sisters Lien and Hennie. She is survived by her sisters, Jo and Ina, and brother Dick.

One June 15, 1951 she married Geert Lammers. Two weeks after their wedding the immigrated to Canada. They settled down in Beamsville where other family members resided. After the birth of their fourth child, they moved to St. Catharines. In 1967, after the birth of their fifth child, she became custodian of Trinity Church. She was the custodian there for many years. It was a job she toroughly enjoyed and gave her heart and soul to. She created an atmosphere of hospitality in her service to whoever came through the doors. When she retired the hospitality continued with her work on the banquet committee and through her love of making meals and baking for others. She shared her gifts of knitting, crocheting and card-making with untold numbers of people, even during her hospitalization.

She was blessed with fourteen grandchildren and thirty great grandchildren, the two of which she held in the last weeks of her life.

Jannie left a legacy of faith in her Lord through her service and generosity to others. She put her hope in the Lord and her prayer to be called home was answered.”

Three grandkids