Craigmyle Car­di­nal

The Drumheller Mail - - AROUND TOWN - Bev Bergman 403-665-2492

In 2015 Craigmyle was proud to con­struct a com­mu­nity park and playground as a legacy project for the Craigmyle Centennial. The park was de­signed as a re­lax­ing place for folk to en­joy the day: pic­nic, read a book, en­joy the sun or read the point of in­ter­est sign in­for­ma­tion while chil­dren played in the fine playground. Un­for­tu­nately ir­re­spon­si­ble cit­i­zens have in­ter­fered with the plea­sure of those who wish to en­joy the park. Neg­li­gent dog own­ers have cho­sen to use the park as the per­sonal bath­room for their pooches. The beau­ti­ful park is lit­tered with dog fe­ces mak­ing it an un­pleas­ant place to visit and cer­tainly not a good en­vi­ron­ment for chil­dren to play in.

As well, a num­ber of home own­ers are com­plain­ing about the col­lec­tion of dog doo on their lawns. Dog own­ers please have some re­spect for oth­ers and pick up your dog poo. It is the re­spon­si­ble thing to do. Of­fend­ers, I am sure the by­law of­fi­cer is in­ter­ested in know­ing your iden­tity. Cit­i­zens of Craigmyle, per­haps you need to take pic­tures when­ever you ob­serve this ir­re­spon­si­ble be­hav­iour and sub­mit it to the County by-law of­fi­cer. Hope­fully, dog own­ers who can­not pick up af­ter their best friends will have their dogs con­fis­cated. You are not wor­thy of the trust and love of a de­voted dog.

Con­do­lences go out to Don Gor­don, Chris­tian and Lisa and Yvonne and chil­dren on the re­cent pass­ing of wife, mother and grand­mother, Ruth Gor­don. Gen­tle soul Ruth has strug­gled for many years with a hor­rific ill­ness that struck her much too young. When I think of Ruth I think of her sweet smile, en­cour­ag­ing man­ner and gen­tle voice. Our com­mu­nity mourns with the Gor­don fam­ily.

Sym­pa­thy is also ex­tended to Linda Hut­ton, Ch­eryl and Har­ley and their fam­i­lies on the re­cent pass­ing of Les Hutt­ton. Les will be missed by fam­ily and many friends alike for his ready wit and jovial per­son­al­ity.

I have of­ten said that there is noth­ing like liv­ing in a small com­mu­nity. I have also said that there are angels around us. Both these state­ments have proven true to our fam­ily these past few weeks.

As many of you know, our son Corey, was felled by a brain aneurysm that burst on May 19. For the first 36 or so hours, we feared that we would lose our beloved son. For the next week we thought he might be spared (ex­cept for the fact that he was at high risk for a sub­se­quent stroke) but had no idea what the level of his re­cov­ery might be. The Cal­gary ICU staff (the angels around him) were un­be­liev­able where his care was con­cerned as well as the sen­si­tiv­ity and sup­port ex­pressed to our fam­ily. He was moved from ICU a week ago and I am so happy and re­lieved to re­port that he is mak­ing a mirac­u­lous re­cov­ery. Oh yes, he still has a dis­tance to go, but the med­i­cal peo­ple are as­tounded by his re­cov­ery to this point. Many have said this is due to his age; his strong body; his good health; his will; and I am sure all of the above are a fac­tor, but I think the big­gest fac­tor is the power of prayer. Thank you to all of you who re­mem­bered Corey and our fam­ily in your prayers and also all those in the prayer chains and cir­cles who may not know him but re­mem­bered him. You have def­i­nitely been the angels around us.

We were pleased to have good friends from Wash­ing­ton State here for a num­ber of days. The ex­press pur­pose of their visit was to at­tend the Hand Hills Stam­pede. We loaded our trailer on Fri­day and took off for the Hand Hills, where we had a most en­joy­able evening watch­ing char­i­ots and chucks and catch­ing up with a great many friends. Satur­day morn­ing dawned and the four of us went for pan­cake break­fast and set­tled down on the bleach­ers to en­joy the af­ter­noon events. At this point our gen­tle­man friend from Wash­ing­ton col­lapsed and be­came un­re­spon­sive. A young lady seated above us, who was an off duty EMT from Cal­gary, im­me­di­ately sprang into ac­tion (an­other an­gel). When she called for wa­ter and aspirin, bot­tles and tablets im­me­di­ately ap­peared from other angels in the stands. Per­haps the an­gel who stands out the most was Diane Quaschnick who just hap­pened to turn up as our friend was be­ing loaded into the on­site am­bu­lance. She quickly as­sessed the sit­u­a­tion and the next thing I knew she was thrust­ing her car keys into my hand so that we could join our friend at the Drumheller hospi­tal. Af­ter six or seven hours of eval­u­a­tion, our friend re­turned to our home feel­ing quite well, although our Amer­i­can friends cut their trip short and headed for the good old U.S. of A the next day. Also thanks to those burly angels who were im­me­di­ately on site to guide Art as he com­pe­tently ma­noeu­vred our trailer out of a very tight spot Satur­day night.

There are many angels around us and some­times we do not need to look very far to find them. We, who live in these small com­mu­ni­ties, are so blessed.

Birth­day Greet­ings go out to David Len­festy and Ryan Red­ing on June 9 and Teddy Brinkman on June 14. Have a great day!

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