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A Look Back at 2018

A Look Back at 2018

2018 is over, and I’m still blogging. I wondered if I’d find enough “smile worthy” things to keep my blog going for a year, but here it is 18 months later, and I still enjoy “finding inspiration in the little things”. Many times I have made my husband stop, and turn around on the highway when an interesting sight catches my eye, and at times he has suggested a post title, or reported seeing an example of something I’ve been looking for. (weather vanes come to mind)

In 2018, my five most popular posts with readers were:
#5 – The Time is Now
#4 – Beautiful Blossoms
#3 – My “Grandcats”
#2 – In Memory of the Lost
#1 – Flight of the Snow Dragon

My favourites were also the most popular–In Memory of the Lost, that gave me a new appreciation for each day of life with which I’ve been gifted, and Flight of the Snow Dragon, for how well my effort at poetry was received. Thank you!

The response from my readers has been somewhat of a surprise. I never imagined that  so many would use their valuable time to read what I post, but there have been some names that pop up time, and time again, with comments and likes. I appreciate every single moment you spend with me, and I’ve gained so much insight and information from those I follow. I’m glad to be a part of the WordPress community, and I wish all my fellow bloggers and readers a great 2019!

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In Memory of the Lost

In Memory of the Lost

I visited Regina Cemetery this summer — one of the oldest urban burial grounds in Saskatchewan, established in 1883. I have grandparents here; grandparents that I never met. This 40 acre cemetery has 29,000 grave sites that memorialize many lives, including those who died in the 1912 Regina tornado, the 1918 Spanish Influenza epidemic, the North West Rebellion, the Boer War, WW I, WW II, the Korean conflict, and the 1935 Regina Riot. Here lie prominent founding fathers, immigrants from over 31 countries, and paupers. The markers vary from the most elaborate, to the modestly humble. While walking the grounds, I was fascinated by the variety of monuments and the stories they told.

Broken headstones, both elaborate and plain.

Unique, and perhaps one of a kind.

Elaborate and beautiful.

Wooden crosses abound, and other wooden markers too.

Beautiful creations from metal.

Many of the Jewish faith are buried in a separate section. Unfortunately I can’t read the inscriptions. Many of these headstones were adorned with little tokens or pretty stones left by visitors to the cemetery. I found out that this is a tradition that goes back many years.

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Even a mausoleum can be found here.

And many, many children—a grim reminder of child mortality in bygone eras. The first burial in this graveyard was a two year old little boy. So sad, so sad.
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Yet, within the gates, there is life. I saw an abundance of birds, especially robins, that make this place their home, and rabbits that foraged and rested amongst the headstones. I was moved beyond words for some of the people and families represented here, and one inscription especially touched my heart:

“While on this earth I did remain,
I suffered much with grief and pain.
But thank the Lord, He thought it best,
He took me to His heavenly rest.”