A Simple Introduction

Hello there! *smile*

My name is Rhonda and I grew up in northern Alberta. My little sister and I were the only children in the family. Our dad was a proud 'dirt farmer', his own words, who really had no belief system when it came to worshiping a higher power. In fact, I remember times when my grandmother would come to dinner and insist on saying grace. While she prayed, my dad would interrupt her with "The food on this table was put here by MY hand, no one else's!" We would quietly snicker to ourselves as my grandmother would completely ignore Dad and continue to pray while he passed the roast chicken to us in a huff.

Our mother died when I was 8 years old, so we don't really know if she followed any personal faith, but we do know that her parents didn't. Her mother spent more time volunteering at her local Legion than any church in the area. My great grandmother was part of the Seventh Day Adventists. I do remember her following some special diet that my aunt told us had to do with her religious beliefs.

After our mom passed, my dad's mother would have us stay with her for summer and holiday visits. During these visits, she would take us to her Catholic church and at one point she even secretly baptized us in her bedroom with some holy water she'd smuggled out. *smile* Apart from the odd 'church picnic' afterwards, that was pretty much the extent of our education on religion!