My time in Vancouver with Connie Fletcher

I had met Mrs Fletcher at Trossach camp & we had kept in contact by writing letters. We got lots of time together at camp, for she was a woman of prayer. I didn't have enough money to continue with another year of Bible school. She asked me to come & stay with her & her husband who was a dentist. She always called him Doc. Connie also had another girl living with them, Lorene. We became close friends. We exchanged letters for several years after I left for home for Parry. The Fletcher's had a 2 story office building. They lived upstairs & his dentist office was down stairs. There was a large auditorium on the main floor. Here Mrs Fletcher pastored a small church group. Lorene & I helped in a Sunday school for the children. We also took part in the services. We both learned to give a messages, so this was where I learned to prepare a sermon & after much prayer & study I used notes I had prepared to help me. I would tell Connie I couldn't speak before people as I was too shy, Connie told me I was too self conscious which means self centered & not enough God conscious. With prayer & Bible reading I was able to take my turn delivering a sermon from the Bible with less fear. I did day work some days for ladies in that area of Commercial Drive which was the old part of Vancouver. It was a damp foggy winter, just opposite to the dry prairie's where I had lived most of my life. The street car ran in that part of the city. When I walked to my job I could only see a rushing moving sound as the street car passed me in the thick heavy fog. My clothes were damp even in the closet as I got them out to wear. I was chilly all the time I was out. My friends asked me how I didn't freeze in the below zero weather in Sask. Some how this damp winter seemed to be harder to keep from shivering when I was out on those foggy days. I met several people at these services that I wrote & received letters from after I returned home. The fall of that year I got a ride back to Regina with friends I knew from Grenfell, they were Mr & Mrs Argue. It was good to be home again & to get a job at my Uncle & Aunts on the farm, also to be able to spend time with my cousin Cecile. She often told me I was like a sister she never had as she only had a younger brother Kenneth Lincoln. I wanted to start a Sunday school so I had one in the local school. That spring when Peggy Kirkpatrick came home from Bible school that was at Eston Sask, we had a Sunday school in the school in Dummer where I once worked in the store there for Charlie Mills.