Welcome to the Colyn family blog page.. Here is our forum for all things related to the Port Alberni Colyn family..
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Hi Everyone! I thought we'd finally update the Colyn family blog as it has not been changed since 2006. Times are a changing.
We will try some new things to keep everyone interested and to maintain some sense of order around here. There is some social media integration for posts to be shared through Facebook, Twitter, etc. A Search function, so make sure you add labels to your posts for future reference.
Please be patient the next little while if things move around a bit, and be sure to let me know if you like or dislike whats going on.
Oh, and keep up the good posts, everyone! If you need any help logging in or posting, just contact me anytime... ~John
We will try some new things to keep everyone interested and to maintain some sense of order around here. There is some social media integration for posts to be shared through Facebook, Twitter, etc. A Search function, so make sure you add labels to your posts for future reference.
Please be patient the next little while if things move around a bit, and be sure to let me know if you like or dislike whats going on.
Oh, and keep up the good posts, everyone! If you need any help logging in or posting, just contact me anytime... ~John
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Get a ladder...
Ok the story must be told by the actual witnesses. I'll make it short, you can fill in the dialogue between Oma and Opa and the final decision that got him on the roof. Mom and Dad heading out for the evening, around 5:30, but Dad locks the door before mom has her keys. For the next hour and a half Dad tries all the windows and doors on the bottom floor, then HE decides to put a small wooden ladder on top of a crate that just barely fits the ladder and hoists himself on the roof. (all the time making sure mom holds it steady......"is it steady Alice, don't let it wiggle" Mom previously tells Dad there are no windows open on that side of the house so don't bother going up, but one must see for himself. Dad is now too worried to come down and it is completely dark out. Mom finds the keys to the old white van, drives to Johns house and asks John to come and help, she also calls me because last year I got a key cut to their house and had her hide it outside. She hoped I still had it. I come to assist and find Oma still holding the ladder and Opa's dark figure peering through the patio "skylight". After much convincing and stern direction we finally get Opa to slide his body over the edge and naviagte his legs back to the ladder. John arrives and gets the big ladder and climbs into the bedroom window that was open. Dad had removed the "hidden key" from outside, he didn't feel it was well hidden. he would find a better place........ in the kitchen. All is well and there will be new keys cut and hidden well.
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