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"We had one more experience with our sign language before we left for home. This time we were in a grocery store looking for maple syrup and brown bear honey which we always try to get when we go to Canada. We found the tings we wanted on the shelves but we wanted to find a mail*box for J.W. who waited for us in the car. The clerks had a little better understanding of our good old English language than any of the others we had seen but still it was difficult to make them know just what we were asking. After putting an imaginary address and stamp on an envelope for her, the young lady said "Oh, ready to post" and led us outside where she pointed up the street and said "one red, one blue", just two blocks up the street we found the boxes. We had a beautiful drive home late in the afternoon, after a wonderful day together, Had many laughs at our own expense and ignorance. t seemed as if we had visited another country indeed. How much more fun it would have been if we could have spoken their language. Think I am too old to learn? I'm going to have a try at it anyhow.
We visited the abandoned gold mines. Faith and Bill live in a huge house on the Silvanite Gold Mining property. They have a hugh yard, only a short distance from downtown, near the market where they shop. They are near schools and churches. We piked up rocks containing gold, silver, quartz and iron. Others which contained minerals with which we were not familiar. The floor of our car was full of these specimens as well as man rocks of all kinds we picked up for some of J.W.'s "Rock Hound" friend back home."
My grandson is just over a year, I was fifty-nine when he was born. The same gap between him and I and my grandmother and I. It is far too cool to be reading this and typing it out. Stay tuned, it gets better. js
"We had one more experience with our sign language before we left for home. This time we were in a grocery store looking for maple syrup and brown bear honey which we always try to get when we go to Canada. We found the tings we wanted on the shelves but we wanted to find a mail*box for J.W. who waited for us in the car. The clerks had a little better understanding of our good old English language than any of the others we had seen but still it was difficult to make them know just what we were asking. After putting an imaginary address and stamp on an envelope for her, the young lady said "Oh, ready to post" and led us outside where she pointed up the street and said "one red, one blue", just two blocks up the street we found the boxes. We had a beautiful drive home late in the afternoon, after a wonderful day together, Had many laughs at our own expense and ignorance. t seemed as if we had visited another country indeed. How much more fun it would have been if we could have spoken their language. Think I am too old to learn? I'm going to have a try at it anyhow.
We visited the abandoned gold mines. Faith and Bill live in a huge house on the Silvanite Gold Mining property. They have a hugh yard, only a short distance from downtown, near the market where they shop. They are near schools and churches. We piked up rocks containing gold, silver, quartz and iron. Others which contained minerals with which we were not familiar. The floor of our car was full of these specimens as well as man rocks of all kinds we picked up for some of J.W.'s "Rock Hound" friend back home."
My grandson is just over a year, I was fifty-nine when he was born. The same gap between him and I and my grandmother and I. It is far too cool to be reading this and typing it out. Stay tuned, it gets better. js
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