Canyon Cove

Sure, they have a few wrinkles on their faces. Okay, so they drive big, long cars that look like old-people cars. And, about one in a hundred might be cantakerous. But, aside from that, the people who live in Canyon Cove represent people who have worked hard, made contributions to society, saved their money so they can enjoy life in their advancing years. And, most of all, they are the best, most marvelous good people I have met.

Living amongst them for a short while was one of the greatest blessings of my life. I loved living at Canyon Cove...what's not to love. With Pauleen across the street bringing home-made cookies - who wouldn't love that? Or, Hermoine - 2 houses away, dropping by often with home-made bread or an invitation to come meet her visiting family. Or, Al, next door. How many mornings did he come over - very early - to get Allen to help him or do something. Oh, that Al..he was such a fun, fun neighbor..still riding horses in his nineties! Or how about Evvie, in her 80s who you'd see every day out on her front porch riding her stationary bicycle. In her front room, you'd see a huge organ because she was taking organ lessons from the Jorgensen Music Center. She went to Branson with us and she kept the party going!

I could name more and more: LaVee, Ann, Judy and JayDell, Ione, the Ludlows, the Nickles, Mayor Porter from Rexburg, the dentist and his blind wife, who made bread and gifts for everyone, Betty and Jay Mitchell, the Bennetts, the Woodburys, the Sheltons. These are all names that have a very special meaning to me. I can truly say that living in Canyon Cove is a lot like what I picture heaven being, only I'm hoping we won't have as many wrinkles or bad knees.

So, why did we move? It was just not the right time for us to live in that small home. But, here's to the marvelous folk at Canyon Cove