Sunday, Oct. 28, 2012 - 3:35 p.m.
SALVATION ARMY ************** all those random volunteers working in unaccountable chaos and they don't diddle kids.. or loot
I think of my Grampas' neibour, Mr Cordy who was about 65 in 1960 after his wife turned into a screaming banshee after menopause he joined the Sally Anns, suited up in his uniform and took the bus downtown to work in the slums of downtown Toronto. All he would say was he was .. " over the shock of how could people do these things to children, and focused on what can he do to fix it.." that's Gods' work The Sally Ann saved him on many levels.. he had so much basic rural Canadian goodness and quiet fatherly strength in him that was not being put to use after his kids grew up. After he retired from his lifes' work behind some desk he put into practice all the Christian values he had spent the first half the the 20th C perfecting.. -immigrating to Canada, -fighting in 2 world wars -raising a family in the depression - working in a series of boring dull jobs his entire adult life. Mr, Cordy was never preachy or churchie .. he was just a nice guy sober, clean,cheerful. The model modest Christian white man every doped up fag atheist hates The other great strength Mr Cordy received in Sally Ann Service was realizing an unfulfilled ambition to ...make music. He joined the Sally Ann band and learned an instrument at the advanced age of 65. Many times when I was at my Grampas I would hear from next door.. the manic unholy rage screech of Mrs Cordy trying to out volume Mr Cordy playing hymms on his alto trombone My Gramma would say something nice like ..." he plays so beautifully because he practices every day! " and my Grampa would side cat call under his breath to me .." so does she "
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