I first began coming to PCTC in
1993. My experiences at PCTC have always been wonderful,
growing, stretching times for me. When I turn into the driveway
to PCTC now it's like coming home! The setting is so peaceful
that I can feel myself surrounded by the presence of God and at
the same time, a part of that Presence. Most of all, for me
anyway, has been the people I've met here that have made this
place so special to me. Wonderful friendships have developed
here because it is a very safe place to connect with God and
with others, a place for building relationships!
The crowd was gathered outside waiting in anticipation. As part
of Carol Palenstein's retirement gift from PCTC she was given
the stove she had cooked on all those years. Out it came! It was
loaded on a flat deck hooked to the little garden tractor. To
add an extra flourish the driver circled around in a ceremonial
"drive past" before leaving. Ooops! He had turned too
sharp! The trailer tipped over! A gasp came from the crowd!
Unceremoniously, the stove slid to the ground! What a way to
present a gift!
This is just one of the fond memories my folks
have of funny things that happened at PCTC.
Our family has been
involved with PCTC since it's beginning. My dad, Bruce Knox, was
one of the Regina AOTS volunteers who helped in the actual
building. He is noted for his good nature, sense of humour and
for playing harmless tricks on any unsuspecting victim. I'm
sure, along with the hard work, there were many light-hearted
moments as that building began to take shape.
In 1960, my
mother, Muriel Knox, became the Christian Education Director of
St. Andrew's United Church, in Regina. This was to be a
"testing church" for the New Curriculum.
For the next
two years, before the Curriculum was formally introduced, PCTC
played a very important part in teaching those who, in turn,
taught others to teach these new ideas. Mom was born to learn
and to teach. She thoroughly enjoyed the invaluable lessons
garnered at PCTC and passed them on to others in her work.
Reverends Ken Powers, Brian Stubbings, George Cargo and Brian
Walton give some credit to Mom for their choice of vocation.
AOTS, U.C.W. and Young People groups were other reasons my
parents were often at PCTC.
This was in the days before the
automatic dishwasher. Everyone had to pitch in. Dad had a
gimmick that sounded like dishes breaking when he threw it on
the floor. Right in the middle of doing a huge stack of dishes
he let it drop. The crashing sound was tremendous! Poor Carol
thought every dish in the place had been broken!
both 92, talk fondly of incidences and people from the
"good old days" at PCTC. As the years rolled by my
parent's involvement at PCTC began to diminish and mine
My first time at PCTC goes back to when the New
Curriculum became public. As a Sunday School teacher, in Rouleau
United Church, I was sent to PCTC for a week to learn what this
new stuff was all about. At that time Saskatchewan Hall was the
women's dorm and Manitoba was for men. Each room had two bunk
beds meaning four people to a room. In a separate room, down the
hall, were the sinks, toilets and showers. Once when my friend
went to have a shower and I decided, as a prank, to go and throw
a glass of cold water over the shower wall. The scream that
emitted was not hers!
I left in a hurry! I found out later that
she'd visited in another room before going to shower. To this
day I don't know who the recipient of my cold water was, nor
does that person know who threw it! My first time at PCTC was
great but trying to implement those New Curriculum ideas when we
got back home was another matter. In many cases it caused a
great deal of hard feelings.
Later, I became involved with the
Women's movement and attended events each year in this
connection. I have met many, many wonderful people and made
lasting friendships at PCTC. Without PCTC, I would never have
met Carolyn McDade nor sing her songs with such gusto!
touring the Fort Qu'Appelle area, on a Sunday bus trip a few
years ago, I suddenly became violently ill. We were to have
lunch at Fort San but, as I was sure I would be dead by then, I
pleaded to be dropped off at PCTC. What better place for me to
die than in a place that is like a second home to me. I had
visions of my ashes being spread away up on the hill where Barb
Elliott's are. The bus couldn't make it up the driveway! Scratch
that idea! I lived to tell the tale! In good health I've been
back to PCTC many times since then.
If PCTC has had such a
profound effect on just one family, like ours, think of what it
has done for the thousands of folks who have participated in all
the events over the past 50 years!
A "Cookbook of
Memories"! What a fitting way to commemorate this
anniversary of PCTC, for, along with spiritual nourishment, PCTC
is noted for wonderful nourishment to our bodies when we are
Evelyn Rogers, Regina SK
The Rev. Bill Clarke was a
personal friend. Their first child was born while living in our
home in Regina. His wife Ruth is now living in Saskatoon. We
keep in touch. Bill's passing was quite a shock to me, as he
seemed to be in good health. When PCTC was being built, I helped
with the shingling of Saskatchewan Hall. Bill clocked thousands
of miles contracting and cajoling various companies and
organizations for materials and donations, and he did a fine
job. I'm now almost 93 and in the Veterans part of the Wascana
Rehabilitation Centre, in Regina. I wish you continued success
with your operation.
George Charrett, Regina, SK