Thursday, 1 May 2014

May Day!






May flower blooming in my garden in Germany

It is May 1st today.  Just sent my son Alex out the door to school this morning.  This is probably the first time in his life he has ever gone to school on this day since May Day (May 1st) is an official holiday in Europe.  Just sat down with my cup of tea to think about the day and let my mind wander to other years and places where I have spent the first of May.

France:  As most of you know I grew up in France, spending 10 years of my life there (between the ages of 6-16).  In France on May 1 we were allowed to pick the little white flower, lily of the valley, in our local forest. We then bunched them into little bouquets and gave them to our friends and neighbors. It symbolized a “good wish”, a “blessing” for their future.  To me it was a friendly way of telling our friends we cared about them and hoped to get to know them better in the future.

The Peters in their Austria "Tracht"
Austria: Phil and I moved there in 1989 and lived in the beautiful little town of Schladming for 14 years. May Day was a day the May Pole went up in the middle of town.  If I remember correctly the custom there was as follows:  the young men in town erected a 10-meter pole with a “Tannenbaum” attached to the top.  The bottom of the pole was usually surrounded by iron rods so that the neighboring towns’ young men could not come and cut the May Pole down in the middle of the night. Our local boys would stand watch somewhere near the pole on the first night.  I was always glad to wake up and see our little town’s May Pole with its beautiful Tannenbaum still standing tall the next morning.

The German youth on their way to a "Mai-Hock"
May 1st walk with the Canadian cousins
Germany:  In our little area of the Black Forest, where we have spent the last 10 years of our lives, May 1st was a “walking-hiking-biking day”. Families and friends of all ages would head out sometime in the morning and walk or bike from one little village to another stopping at one of the many “Mai-Hock”s (an outdoor local community food/ beer “fest”) on the way.  A time to get outdoors, enjoy nature and meet up with the neighbors whom you might not have seen all winter.

Phil and I biking up the Blauen


All great memories that bring a big warm smile to my face…


A May visit with friends
So yes, I’m sitting here a little home sick for Europe, for some of you, my dear friends, and those customs that have been part of my life. 

On the other hand I realize how rich and privileged I have been to experience such diversity and different ways cultures choose to celebrate life, friendship, new beginnings, creation… There seems to be in all of us, no matter which country and culture we are from, a desire for traditions that connect our lives with others around us and the creation that God has put us in. I want to embrace this connecting, to see God’s imprints in it and enjoy it to its fullest.  I am also enjoying experiencing new customs, here on the Canadian prairies, in Congo, hopefully some day in South Africa, and who knows where else … ! 

Saturday, 19 April 2014

The Return of the Canada Geese



Spring Melt


Phil and I were taking a walk yesterday…the first in a while. The temperature was a balmy +2 Celsius and we were enjoying the exercise, fresh air and the many signs of the onset of spring here in Manitoba (big puddles, water running in the side ditches, a few birds singing and lots of shining sun).

Family visit in France!


I actually haven’t blogged in the past few weeks, the main reason being that Phil and I have been traveling a lot (Phil returned from Zimbabwe, we then met up in Europe and ended up in Turkey attending a global TeachBeyond conference). It is not that I wouldn’t have had a lot to write about, but my mind was struggling to process all the impressions and the experiences we were having.


The Bulawayo Dump (Zimbabwe) with OSWW 





Phil went from an intense 2 weeks in Zimbabwe with his team from “Open Schools Worldwide”, connecting with the immense and overwhelming needs of the marginalized children of Africa, to us meeting up in Europe and being refreshed and spoiled in the beautiful Swiss alps with great friends, spending some time with my family in France, sharing a Sunday service at our church G5, then going to a TeachBeyond conference in Turkey…..so many places, friends, needs, hurts, joys, disparity, challenges, …








You can imagine when Phil, Alex and I boarded 2 different planes out of Turkey to make the long trip home to Manitoba our minds and hearts felt like they were running to catch up with us.  Is this good?  In many ways probably not, but I do believe that God has given Phil and I a role to be bridges, connecting people from one culture to another and one kind of world to another. Phil has felt strongly lately that he is to be “a voice for the voiceless”. 

These verses in Proverbs 31: 8,9 have particularly challenged him.

“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves;
ensure justice for those being crushed. Yes, speak up for the poor and helpless,
and see that they get justice”

This has got to involve some culture shock, and at times extreme almost paradoxical situations.


The Canada geese have been returning here to Manitoba. Watching them fly up above to settle for the summer brings a smile to my face. These strong, majestic birds are meant for a life of migration.  They adapt easily to new environments by settling somewhere for a couple of months, then picking up, flying up to 2000 km a day and returning to their “other home”.  I can somehow relate, and what brings me peace is knowing that for some of us this is what is meant to be, what God created us for.  No matter what we have experienced along the way there is always a coming back home…..wherever that home might be for the moment.

Saturday, 22 March 2014

Empty Vases



The vases around my house still wait with longing to be filled with the beautiful finds of Spring…..or maybe it is my heart that is longing to see them filled.  Spring is long in coming this year to Manitoba, Canada. It is – 25 Celsius this morning and as I sit in my princess chair, where take time to reflect most mornings, I look out my window and see a vast expanse of white snow and ask….”How much longer?”

Maybe it is time to stop looking at the empty vases, which reminds me of what is not here yet.  Instead, why not fill the vases with the beauty that is. 

So this morning I did just that.  I drew a little picture of a vase and I filled it with my spring flowers list. 
  • The gift of these last 3 months with my beautiful daughter Amanda here with us in Canada (she leaves Wednesday for Washington DC)
  • A walk and a cup of coffee at “the Forks” in Winnipeg with our good friend Ev
  • Seeing the beauty of hoar frost on the trees on the drive to Winnipeg the other day
  • Tea-time with Oma 
    Tea Time with Oma
  • Talking on skype with Phil in Zimbabwe and listening to him share his burden for the children he had just visited who live on the slums of Balawayo
    Children on the dumps of Balawayo, Zimbabwe
  • Watching Alex perform with his dance company tomorrow
  • A great evening of conversation with John and Vanessa last night while eating Chinese take out in their home
  • Listening to Katherine (my little niece) play the Harry Potter theme song on the piano
  • Practicing with our church’s worship band for Sunday’s service
  • A meaningful time of sharing with our small group last Tuesday
  • Reading an “I love you mom” text from Michael





Wow, how full, beautiful, and diverse is the vase of my heart.  
I just need to go out and pick the flowers that are there all around me just waiting to be seen.






Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Threads of Heritage in our Tapestries



This past week end Phil and I attended his Aunt Laverna’s funeral in Winnipeg. Hundreds of people, family, friends and relatives were there to celebrate and honor the life of a woman who had touched their lives in many different ways. The service brought smiles, tears and laughter to many of our faces, because as we listened to the eulogies we not only remembered the truths about this special lady, but we were also drawn in and connected to the wider family traits that we recognized in so many of ourselves, our spouses and even our children. We were reminded of rich threads of family heritage (ok, maybe not all good but oh, so many beautiful ones) that have impacted who we are and the choices that have given direction to many of our lives. 

The P.D Reimer family ( Phil's mom Amanda is the daughter with the long black hair)

Phil's family comes from a long Mennonite heritage.  Moving to Steinbach, Manitoba this year, I have been reminded of how extensive the Mennonite family connection goes. 
That's my cute hubby in the middle!

Usually when meeting someone new the conversation goes something like this: 

-Me: “Hi, my name is Tammy Peters”…. "My husband's is Phil Peters".
-Other person: “ Is he perhaps the son of John J. Peters?” (You have to add middle initials in this town because there are so many people with the same name)
-Me: “Yes he is”
-Other: “ Oh I know John Peters.  His wife Doreen is my wife’s second cousin, we went to school together.  That would make your husband and I second cousins once removed..or something like that.”

I usually just smile and nod, but inside there is a nice feeling of belonging and having roots to a place, a country and a people group, something the third-culture-kid side of me has had very little of. 
Grandma Reimer- She prayed for all of her 11 children and 56 grandchildren every day!

                                                                                                                                         I’m discovering this year that character traits which I, for 26 years of marriage with Phil, thought were unique to his person, are actually traits very typical of his Canadianess.
  His diplomatic, non attention-seeking, friendly, consensus-seeking, peacemaking, persevering way are traits that run deep within this Mennonite community.


Opa doing alternate service as a conscientious objector  in B.C


The Mennonites are a group of people who stood for what they believed. Standing up for what they believed in was so important that they left their country of origin and resettled in some new place that offered freedom of belief. There they were given the worst bits of land (in Ukraine).
Opa (on left) in the Ukraine (1925)



From there they moved on to many places in the Americas where they worked and persevered and eventually prospered. 
They are a people of faith, perseverance, strong family values and peace which are admirable traits, but when you spice that up with wit, laughter, straight-forwardness and lots of love (yes those Peters men have a lot of love to give) it makes for a great family heritage to be a part of!
Opa and Michael





Peters 2011 family gathering for Opa's 90th 












What in your heritage has made you who you are today?  We love 
to point out the bad, but there is most likely loads of good thread that God has used to make you into the tapestry you are today. 


This year on the prairies I am learning to see it, embrace it and even be a bit proud of it... eh!