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Monday, September 13, 2004

The Weekend

Another weekend has come and gone here.

Rob got plywood and put down the new subfloor in our family room (or at least will one day be our family room). We have someone coming out this week and next week to remove all the trim and windows and strip it, put up the insulation, and basically get the room ready for hanging sheetrock. Rob has promised that the room will be done and we will be using it before the weather turns cold. I am looking forward to it.

The house next door to us is a summer house for the owners. We don't see them all winter long and the house seems all but abandoned. This past weekend they had an extended family member staying there. They were on holiday from England, a 93 yr old man and his wife, I am pretty sure she didn't say how old she was like the man did over and over again, but she looked much younger.

The man, Evan, had come over to our hosue on Saturday and introduced himself and sat around chatting with Rob and the children at our firepit. The children had told him about the trail next to our house and how it was a nice hike to the water tower way in back.

The next day the man apparently decided to go for the hike alone, without telling anyone where he was going. About 4:00pm his wife came to our house asking if we had seen him since he had been gone since 11:00am and she was worried. Rob immediately thought of the conversation the day before and sent our 8 and 9 yr olds to run up the path. Within minutes my 9 yr old returned saying he had found him laying in a "ditch", a 3ft or so drop off on the side of the trail, and that he was unconcious.

Rob ran up the trail to him and sent our 9 yr old back to tell his wife. When he got there the man was laying face down on the embankment. He said later he had tried to claw his way up out of the ditch for hours until he lost conciousness. He is too old and frail to have walked out through the wooded area. Luckily, he was fine, albeit a little muddy and shaken.

The children were so happy that he was found and was alright. They are still asking me questions about him. They really don't understand why he couldn't get up the 3ft embankment when our 1 yr old could have. It is hard to explain aging to them.

As the man got into his car with his wife to drive away, he promised to come back to our house before he left and give us his address in England. He told the children that if they were ever in England and got into any trouble that they could call him and he would help them. My son confided to me later that he hoped he never fell in a ditch in England and needed that man's help to get out because he was pretty sure that there would then be two people who would need rescuing.


2 Comments:

Blogger Ash-bray Etty-hay said...

Holy cow ... I'm just getting the heebies imagining all the ways in this could've gone wrong ... thank goodness you guys found him! They're going to be telling this one around the dinner table fifty years from now, I bet. ;)

6:02 PM  
Blogger Blog World said...

Faith is spiritualized imagination.
Henry Ward Beecher- Posters.

12:38 PM  

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