Reverend Daddy

Last summer we spent nearly every Sunday at the Grachur Club, a place we belong to along a local river. This summer we've only made it down twice, the first being July 6, when John was scheduled to organize the Sunday morning service. John preached about leaving a legacy, and I pulled together an offertory at the last minute. Accompanying us on the keyboard was none other than John's dad, "Jay-Pa," and Katie decided to help "warm up the organ" beforehand. She also rang the bell to summon everyone to the service (with the help of Daddy and Uncle Jamie).