To close the year, I chose to greet you during the holiday with a snowy ski-jump story in loving memory of my mom - who enjoyed cross-country skiing when she was a young gal.
She was raised in Timber Coulee where a ski-hill, the Snowflake Ski Club, is located just a few miles from where she lived. My uncles, cousins, great-grandfather, and many family friends were very involved and instrumental in the success of the ski-hill over the years. We even had some good friends that lived just across the road from the ski-hill. I know they are all now enjoying a heaven-Christmas-season together - which I'm sure is far beyond our dreams.
This is an old photo of the ski hill - which we drove by as we headed to my great-grandparents after church every Sunday for our family dinner.
|Snowflake Ski Club ski jump|
This is a sweet photo of my great-uncle - who was very involved every year with the annual ski tournament. Mom always called him "Unk".
|Paul Oium aka "Unk"|
I wish you and your family a very blessed Christmas.
PS. Check out the Timber Coulee Cottage. It's a sweet little cottage that used to be owned by our cousins and is on the property line of my great-grandfather's farm (in photo above) - which is still being farmed by another cousin.
Dang. I best get going - all this talk about family - I'm getting so homesick for them, that I think I better go finish getting my Christmas cards addressed to them!