After our honeymoon year in Vancouver, we adopted the hippie lifestyle that was so vogue back then. We both let our hair grow, listened to Leonard Cohen, and walked barefoot. Cliff even strummed on his guitar.
Our first move was to Winnipeg. We liked it immediately. It has a unique intelligence with a wonderful small town feeling yet all the amenities of a big city.
After graduating, now desperately in dept ,Cliff took up the promise of quick money in construction again. We even moved to Steinbach for a summer so he could work full time. I think we were going to stay there... but then we got the call. Our first missionary call.
It was a lovely dream, but we were a disaster. We didn't write, nor paint, nor make any money. We were both homesick for the city. It was hard to realize that we weren't cut out to be missionaries. We didn't like the inconveniences, and we weren't ready to die. I think one has to be ready to die to be a missionary. After only nine months, we resigned.
What did happen was that we moved to Calgary where our second baby, Odia was born. She was another fun surprise. We fixed up and old house, painted it and made it our very own hippie hideout. We didn't smoke pot - but our neighbours grew it in their back yard. It was there that Cliff received another calling - to be head pastor of a Mennonite Brethren Church. He was so excited.
It was in North Battleford that something changed....
“There are times to stay put, and what you want will come to you, and there are times to go out into the world and find such a thing for yourself.” ― Lemony Snicket