An ‘At home’ Camping Weekend.

The plan was to take the pontoon boat with the kids and grandkids and find a camping spot.

Two things changed our minds – the high water on Harrison Lake (no beaches!) and the August long weekend.

We had no desire to fight for a camping spot.

So we “camped” at home. We might even have tented had the forecast not been for rain.

As it was – we slept well in our comfy beds and had all the fun of a camping weekend.

dirtbiking

slip ‘n slide

Hot dog roast with PopPop showing us how he can roast 7 at one time and a picnic!

Fishing – yes they caught one (small)

Ready aim…… FIRE!

and Hiking at Bridal Veil Falls.

The weekend ended with a marshmallow roast at Uncle Rick and Auntie Adele's and yummy s'mores. (Have you ever tried them with peanut butter cups?)

What more could one ask of a camping weekend?

Baby Shower

It’s been a practice among our friends to celebrate the events in our children’s lives.

There’s a bridal shower when any of our children marry and now when the grandchildren are born, we hold a shower for the first child of each family.

Last week it was our youngest son’s first child that we celebrated. Julia was born at the beginning of May, 5 weeks early so we waited a month before celebrating her birth.

Jan hosted the shower and had the table decorated so beautifully.

Julia was the centre of attention and was passed around as everyone wanted to hold her.

This little girl will be well dressed!

We were so happy to have Adele’s mom attend. She was visiting from Peace River.

Before the shower was all cleaned up Betti, Lorraine, Jan and Pat were already planning a bridal shower for another friend’s son’s fiance’. I feel so blessed to have such a supportive and loving group of friends.

She's arrived!

Our newest grandchild was born last night. Our youngest son and his wife are the proud parents of a beautiful little girl. She surprised us all - arriving 5 weeks earlier than expected but is healthy and strong. At 4 lb. 10 oz. she is tiny with beautiful skin and dark wavy hair.

We are thrilled!! and grateful to God for her safe arrival. R & A we wish you both much joy in this new season of life.

A Family Tradition - Making Apple Juice

After a hiatus of several years and with the urging of our youngest son, we decided to make apple juice again this year. We started making apple juice very early in our marriage with Harv's parents. The first year we borrowed a press and after using it Dad and Harv thought they could build one themselves with a few improvements of course. Instead of hand cranking the drum that chopped up the apples, they added an electric motor and instead of winding the press down by brute strength, Harv designed a hydraulic press. (After all what more would you expect from a hydraulics expert)

These Klassen men will always find a way to mechanize and improve. This year was no exception. Rick jokingly suggested we run the juice through a heat exchanger and in the midst of laughing about it, Harv got this arrested look on his face and voila! Another time and mess saving innovation to the process. So over the years we have streamlined and have become pretty efficient at juice making.

The Juicing process starts with a visit to a farm in Keremeos where we go to get apples. It is owned by a Swiss juice maker who told us we'd have the best juice ever this year using his recommended mix of Jonagold, Cox Orange and Ambrosia apples.

Harv and I always enjoy the day trip to get the apples.

Apples are grown on smaller trees now - not the huge old trees we knew as children.

The apples were dumped into our truck.

It takes about 2 1/2 totes to fill the long box on our pickup.

We we get the apples home we choose a day and get everything set up. The press is pulled out of storage and washed, it's hooked up to an electric source and the hydraulics are put into place, the heat source and juice dispenser set up and the tables arranged. All available jars are gathered up and washed, lids and rings rounded up and everything taken to the shop.

In past years our parents and siblings from both sides helped but with 3 parents gone and our siblings with other obligations it was just our family and one niece this year but Dad came to watch and had the privilege of dropping the first apple into the hopper.

We're in business!

The whole family gets involved -

even the little ones. The grandkids get into the back of the truck and help Aunt Adele fill the wash tub with apples. I don't think I want to know how many apples are eaten in the process.

Adele washes the apples

and then loads them onto the ramp that funnels the apples into the hopper.

Monica guides them a few at a time, into the hopper and watches that it doesn't plug up.

An electric motor spins the chopper which is a drum fitted with many rows of nails. As the apples are channeled into the hopper, the nails chop the apples into small pieces.

The chopped apples fall into an oak barrel. When it is full it is slid forward under the press and a second barrel is placed under the chopper.

Dad and his friend keep an eye on it all over coffee and fresh platz.

Harv was always in charge of pressing the juice until this year when the torch was passed to Rick. He has to control the press carefully so that the juice comes out in a steady flow and to prevent "auspoofs"(a "klassenism" coined to describe the way the apple pulp comes flying out when the apples are pressed too quickly)

As the chopped apples are pressed, the juice flows through the slats into a bucket.

When the bucket is full, the pressed juice is poured through a screen to filter out any pieces of apple and then the bucket of juice is taken to the juice dispenser where it is heated using that handy dandy heat exchanger.

Tim checks the temperature of the juice. It has to be brought to a minimum of 160 degrees and held there for 15 seconds to pasturize the juice before it can be bottled and sealed.
My job is to fill the jars and top them with hot lids and rings.

We use an old coffee dispenser to fill our jars. It consists of two pots which we fill with juice inside a hot water jacket that keeps the juice at the right temperature as we fill the jars.

We used to have to heat the juice in canners on camp stoves. It would take so long for the juice to heat and then sometimes it would boil over making a sticky mess. Then we'd have to dip a pitcher into the hot juice and pour it into jars. The Juice dispenser makes it so much easier!

The finished juice - naturally sweet, no water or sugar added and absolutely delicious!

It was fun having people drop by to watch - Judy and her grandson from

http://judys-front-porch.blogspot.com/2010/10/applicious.html ,

Dad and his friend and Tim and Dulci's friends from Seattle.

The last thing to do is clean up and Grandson N and Grandprincess E were more than willing to man the pressure washer.

A big job done and lots to show for it!

500 quarts of juice to share and enjoy this winter!