It's Fall!

Well…actually, it’s the middle of fall and how do I know this? Because of two things; first, I belong to Money Night. Now, Money Night is a group of women that get together on a Thursday evening once a month between November and June. For me it started four years ago when a friend phoned me and asked if I wanted to take part in Money Night. “What’s that I asked?” She explained that there are four of them that take turns at each others home for dinner and they each put $25.00 in the can and a name is drawn and whose name is drawn, hosts the next dinner and gets to keep the money to purchase something for themselves that they wouldn’t normally buy. It can’t be used to pay a bill or anything like that.

I told my friend that you would all hate me as I am a very fussy eater and I’m not the best cook. “This is stepping way outside the box for me and you will regret inviting me.” I told her.

“Nonsense!” she said “Come one time and see what you think.” So she gave me the name and address of the woman that was hosting the first dinner of the year. As I was driving to this woman’s home, I was thinking I have never met her before and I’m having dinner? I’m actually pretty shy but I got over it quickly as the hostess and one of the other women I had never met before made me feel so welcome. Dinner was incredible and I enjoyed myself very much. I couldn’t wait for the next month to do it again.

I have just entered my fifth year of doing this and I can’t imagine not doing it. There are five of us and the meals have all been incredible. In case you are wondering, no, we do not try and outdo one another. It’s not like that. We have a lot of laughs and also some good discussions. Anyway, it’s one way to get through the winter; having something to look forward.

The next thing is Remembrance Day. Ken and I don’t usually go to the service at the park on Remembrance Day but this year we did as it was the one hundredth anniversary of Flanders Fields. My sister in-law called and told me that my brother was going to lay a wreath in memory of our Grandfather and his seven brothers that fought in world war one. Three of them didn’t come home. As a matter of fact, the Cornock family holds the world record for most brothers that have served in any war.

I phoned my daughters and along with my grandsons, we met up about the middle of the parade route. We, along with thousands of others followed the procession into the park for the service. It was unusually warm and sunny that day and it was a great learning experience for my grandsons.

The list you see on the cross are all the names of my grandfather’s brothers.

Apparently, it was the biggest crowd they had ever had. An estimated fifteen thousand people were at the park that day.