Church Camp And Chapter Books

Saturday July 1st – 

‘Happy 150th to Canada’ day! 


Church camp was still going, so that morning we arose and went to service.

Sitting amongst a sea of people, red clothing being fairly popular that day πŸ˜‰

Except for me πŸ™ˆ

I half forgot/don’t own red clothing, sooo I was outwardly unsupportive of the Truth North but inwardly I was proud and pleased to be home πŸ˜‰πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦β€οΈ

Morning service was enjoyed but since we hadn’t registered for attending meals, we quickly headed home for lunch at our own place.

Word was that Mom and Dad would finally be returning, so we got some last minute yard stuff done, finishing just as they got home πŸ˜‹

Lawns mowed, plants watered, weeds pulled, clean dishes put away πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‹πŸ‘ŒπŸ»

The weather was FINALLY sunny so we caught up on our time apart, while sitting outside on the deck.

Dad asked if I’d checked the strawberry patch and I’d just been headed out when they got back, so I’d been distracted.

He went out later and picked a handful for Mom and I 😁


It was back to church that evening and the wooden benches have only grown harder as the years go by πŸ™ˆ

I said how odd it is to attend a place your whole life almost and be able to calculate your age or place in life by what you wear/where you sit, at camp πŸ˜‹

When you’re a teenager, you sit on the right, front side, no matter what pretty much.

All the kids that age and the single older ones, filling that space and the age rising slightly as you go to the middle row and then even more once you’re at the left side.

(Generally speaking of course πŸ˜‰ just because you may have been on the left side this year, does not mean you are old πŸ™ˆ)

Clothing was such a big deal too, having to have each outfit for each day, planned just so, for it to line up with services and events and then rushing back to the dorms after evening service to freshen up for the 20 or so minutes of visiting after service 😜

Now I looked through my clothes trying to find the comfiest things and didn’t really care If they were the right formal level or not, sat in the middle aisle and didn’t once refresh perfume or re-curl eyelashes πŸ˜‚

And the benches do get harder as the years progress, I’m sure of it πŸ˜‘



Sunday July 2nd – 

One last service was attended early that morning at church camp and then we headed home to all go our separate ways for the afternoon.

Mom and dad went to the lunch being held at the hall in our little town for everyone who’d been to camp, Mike went to town to eat with friends and I stayed home to sleep 😜

Too many people, not enough mornings to sit and enjoy coffee, nap much needed πŸ˜‚

Four hours later, Mike returned from his lunch out and a supply run for more house stuff… which is the never ending list 😏

(I did sleep for those four hours…I told you the nap was really needed 😜)

We’d all been invited to a friend of the families for the evening.

We needed coffee post resting, so Dad brewed us up a batch and I recklessly took mine to go, in a normal coffee cup 😎

Mom was paranoid that I’d spill, rightfully so, but I actually didn’t lose a drop! 😁

I had to take it in a cup, because I HATE how travel mugs make my coffee taste.

Always have… and so does my sister.

It doesn’t matter if they are metal or plastic but for whatever reason it is, it messes with the coffee and not in a way that pleases me πŸ™„

Anyone else know what I’m talking about???!β˜•οΈ

A short hours drive later and we were there, visiting with the others and enjoying the sunshine, food and company.

I got to see the custom Mont St. Michel painting I’d been asked to do, up in its chosen frame and place πŸ˜„



Our hostess had some marvellously heavy peony bushes boasting many blooms in the front yard πŸ‘ŒπŸ»



After a tasty dinner of burgers, chips and salads, visiting continued and a game of volleyball also began.

It was truly entertaining to watch and listen to, us spectators getting our fill of the fun πŸ˜‹

Graceful and graceless maneuvering, verbal banter and a comfortable camaraderie made for some interesting games indeed 😏



That night when we got back home, Mother told me she’d taken my ‘book’ up to the lake so she could finally read it.

Said book being the project I’d had to complete ‘if I wanted to graduate’ as was the threat to convince me to finish it, if  my memory serves me correctlyπŸ˜πŸ˜‹

Turns out the student had finished but the teacher hadn’t even read it, so I don’t know if I actually even graduated now ?! 😜

Anyways, she’d taken it and read all the papers I’d supplied her with way back when…but it was missing the ending! 

So I went down to the computer to print off the last few chapters so her suspense could be cured once and for all πŸ˜‰πŸ“–

I handed the pages to her, telling her they were the missing chapters, just now found, of the mysterious book written by the esteemed authoress.

The book of which only one copy had ever existed and a work that was the first and only of its kind to be written by said writer…

I like drama ok?? πŸ™„πŸ˜œ

It’s a short chapter book about a murder…

who wants me to post a chapter a week and see what my then, 16/18-year-old mind came up with? 😎😜


Sorry if this post shows up differently then usual. Hubster has the laptop I usually use.

Author: jessicapeters95

Hello humans 😊 This is where you learn about me I suppose, though anyone reading this right now most likely knows all the boring details ;) I am Jessica Rose Peters-Hagenouw. (Always thought I'd be able to pronounce my married name but hey, life doesn't go as we plan.) June 11, 1995, tis the day Robert and Bonnie Peters received the most adorable, amazing, wonderful, surprise 3rd child they could have dreamed of. Speaking of being the third child, I have an older brother and an older sister. Both of whom are married and have wee little families of their own, making 'Aunty Jess' another name I go by. I grew up and have lived all of my years up till November 2015 in Saskatchewan, Canada. Making summers that are extremely short and winters that never end, vast open spaces, northern lights, unthinkable amounts of mosquitoes, lakes, forests and people waving to you on the grid road all different things that mean = Home. But Home is not where I'll be for some time. My husband is a Dutchman, living in Europe. Therefore I too have been living in Europe for the last few months. The reason I started this little blog/journal/writing thing, is to document a bit of my "whole new world," for those at home who wont be awake at 3:00 am wanting to hear about how I couldn't find flour at the grocery store. Thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my little life 😊

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