Saturday, October 31, 2015


1. The McKay Avenue School: Built between 1904 and 1905, the McKay Avenue School is an early twentieth-century, three-story building situated in the heart of Edmonton’s Downtown district. The building has a red-brick façade with sandstone trim, round arches over the windows, and imposing columns flanking the main entrance. The building hosted the inaugural session of the Alberta Legislative Assembly. It’s also connected to early educational institutions in Edmonton and is an example of stately Richardson Romanesque architectural style.
McKay Avenue School circa 1913, Edmonton, said to be haunted by spirits of children and a worker who fell from the roof to his death (photo courtesy of the Provincial Archives of Alberta).
The school is now home to the Edmonton Public Schools Archive and Museum run by the Edmonton Public School Board. Tales abound of possible paranormal activity in the building including objects mysteriously moving around, water taps found running, and lights being turned off and on by mischievous spirits. Strange eerie noises heard coming from empty parts of the building are common. Over the years some staff reported finding chairs knocked over and strewn around rooms. Others recount occasions when blinds that had been left up were pulled down and even pulled right off the windows. The school is said to be haunted by the apparition of a worker who tragically fell to his death from the building’s roof in 1912. Visiting psychics have also reported ghostly children running up and down the fire-escapes on the exterior of the building.
2. The Deane House: Deane House was built in 1906 as the official residence for the incoming North West Mounted Police commanding officer, Superintendent R.B Deane. The building’s construction was carried out by prisoners from Fort Calgary and supervised by Deane himself. The two-and-one-half-story house with a low hip roof and two extra wide side porches was used by the superintendent for entertaining visiting dignitaries. Deane House served the Mounted Police until 1914, when the Grand Trunk Pacific Railway expropriated the Fort property for a rail terminal. The structure was then moved to the southeast corner of the site for occupation by the station agent. In 1929, it became privately owned and was transported to its third location immediately opposite from the Fort site on the east side of the Elbow River. The old house functioned as a well-known rooming house called the Gaspe Lodge until 1973. It was purchased by the City of Calgary in 1973 and functioned as a combination of artists’ studios and gallery until 1978. The Deane House was finally granted historical designation in 1978 for being possibly the only remaining intact building from the Fort Calgary site.
The Deane House in Calgary has a rich history and there are many accounts from staff and visitors of spooky activity at the house.
There are several stories about unusual deaths occurring at the residence, including a man being gunned down on the porch. A young woman is also rumoured to have jumped to her death from the second story and another woman was said to have been murdered by her enraged husband. Visitors’ accounts describe hearing phantom noises all over the house and disembodied laughter is often heard coming from the front foyer. Guests and staff often speak of hearing phantom ringing from an antique phone and the musical notes from a Victrola. Others report seeing the apparition of an elderly gentleman smoking a pipe in Deane’s study, accompanied by the distinct smell of tobacco wafting through the air. A mysterious deep red stain is rumoured to periodically appear somewhere in the attic, often changing in size and shape, no matter how many times it’s been washed away.
3. The Frank Slide: The extensive debris field of the Frank Slide is part of the cultural landscape encompassing roughly 508 hectares between the towns of Frank and Bellevue. On April 29, 1903, 82 million tons of rock fell from the eastern face of Turtle Mountain and collapsed into the Crowsnest River valley in a matter of seconds. The mountain face toppled and slid approximately four kilometers across the valley, rising to 152 meters on the other side. The slide buried the southern end of the town of Frank and completely destroyed a two kilometer stretch of the Canadian Pacific Railroad through the Pass. The slide disaster also obliterated the mine plant of the Canadian-American Coal Company. Seventeen miners were trapped inside the mountain but fortunately managed to escape by tunnelling upwards to the surface. After the dust settled, the catastrophic slide event had reportedly killed over seventy people. The Frank Slide is considered the site of one of the worst natural disasters in Alberta’s history and is now a provincial landmark.
Frank Slide in the Crowsnest Pass is said to be haunted by spirits looking for their missing loved ones. (Photo Credit: Frank Slide Interpretive Centre (colour altered)) 
With so many people reported dead or missing in the massive landslide, many of the bodies were never recovered from the rubble after the disaster. People who visit the site often report accounts of seeing a strange and unnatural mist moving over the area of the debris field. The appearances of unnerving ghostly figures are often described by frightened visitors viewing the wreckage from the slide. It is thought that the apparitions are wandering spirits attracted to the site still looking for their missing loved ones.
4. The Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village: Located 50 km east of Edmonton along Highway 16, the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village is an open-air heritage museum recreating the life of early Ukrainian pioneers that settled in east central Alberta from 1892 to 1930. Costumed interpreters help visitors travel back in time to hear the stories of the pioneers’ triumphs and hardships in one of Canada’s oldest Ukrainian pioneer settlements. The village contains more than 30 relocated and restored historic structures including a sod house, a one-room schoolhouse, blacksmith shop and three churches.
At the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village it is said that an apparition of a wagon master with a silent team of horses rides through the site. (Photo Credit: Travel Alberta (colour altered))
One of the more famous ghost stories tells the tale of the apparition of a spectral wagon master seen riding through the site with a silent team of horses. It is said the ghostly presence is seeking workers to accompany him in his phantom wagon. Other paranormal accounts describe mysterious light anomalies and spooky footsteps in empty buildings. Visitors also describe hearing whispers from disembodied voices and phantom cries coming from an empty cradle in one of the residences. Other chilling accounts describe feelings of being watched, seeing glimpses of shadowy faces in windows and sightings of strange translucent figures wandering throughout the site at night. Perhaps the original inhabitants of the residences followed the buildings to the site and still linger on.
5. Fort Saskatchewan, N.W.M.P. Post: Located on the edge of a terrace along the North Saskatchewan River, the Fort Saskatchewan N.W.M.P Post was only the second fort constructed by the North West Mounted Police. It was completed in the spring of 1875 and went through several structural modifications throughout its history. During the 1885 rebellion scare, the number of men stationed at the fort increased substantially and so did the number of buildings. Shortly afterwards, in 1889, the post became the headquarters for the N.W.M.P. “G” Division and acted as the focal point of regional security. The surrounding palisades and old buildings were dismantled to make room for new construction. The post was used as a base of operations for their far-reaching patrols, many extending as far as Fort Simpson and the Chesterfield Inlet, N.W.T. In 1911, the property was transferred to the provincial government for the purpose of construction of a new jail. The site was later levelled for the construction of a new correctional institution and today only a corner of the Fort grounds remains exposed.
Fort Saskatchewan North West Mounted Police Post, where visitors have heard strange noises and had ghost sightings (photo courtesy of the Provincial Archives of Alberta).
Because of the site’s role with the N.W.M.P., many criminals were hanged at the outpost on this historic site. Visitors often recount tales of seeing ghostly figures silently wandering the grounds and lurking in the preserved buildings at night. One of the most commonly talked about ghost tales is the story of an eerie female specter believed to be the apparition of infamous “Mob Princess” Florence Lassandro who died in May 1923. She is said to have had the distinction of being the only woman hanged at the site. It is rumoured that she was buried in an unmarked grave somewhere nearby. Some believe her restless spirit now haunts the surrounding grounds of the historic site. Other visitors have had experiences and sightings of a small girl. Spine-chilling disembodied voices, strange whispers and phantom footsteps are also described by visitors to the site. Other paranormal accounts describe objects moving mysteriously on their own and strange light anomalies in various places inside the buildings and around the grounds.
Written By: Pauline Bodevin. 

Posted for U all, by Sir Richard…  
Note: I do not believe in Ghosts, they might be something but IMO they are Not Ghosts! Just saying, what this Christian thinks…


Why Christians should embrace the devilish holiday with gusto and laughter.
A few years back, our local Christian radio station ran a poll asking whether Halloween is spiritually harmful. The response from a predominantly evangelical audience here in Alberta was two-to-one against Halloween. This did not surprise me. It is now popular in some Christian circles to repudiate any celebration of All Hallows Eve = Halloween.

"We all know what day is coming," said a young woman who sang in the choir of the Church my wife and I attended. "For I think we need to be in prayer that the evil powers and principalities be held in check over this next weekend." Halloween fell on a Sunday that year, making the event seem all the more sinister. On the calendar October 31 sits in a dark square with no acknowledgment that there is anything special about the date.

"It's Satan's Holiday," affirmed one of my Christian Brethren. "Didn't you know?"
Well, no, I didn't know. And I am reluctant to give up what was one of the highlights of my childhood calendar to the Great Impostor and Chief of Liars for no reason except that some of his servants claim that it is his.
Give up nothing!

I have always considered Halloween a day to celebrate the imagination, to become for a short time something wonderful and strange, smelling of grease paint, to taste sweets that are permissible only once a year. How wonderful to be with other children dressed up as what they might grow up to be, what they wished they could be, or even what they secretly feared. All of us, dreams and nightmares, were brought together on equal footing, going from door to door to be given treats and admired for our creativity. How delightful to go to parties with doughnuts, apples, brown cider, and pumpkin cakes—and to hear spine-tingling ghost stories and feel our hearts skip a beat when the teller grabbed for us.
Now some are pressuring us to give this all up, and they use what is for some of us the most difficult argument to answer: it's the "Christian" thing to do.

Some Christians shun make-believe. Such believers feel that a young Christian's mind should never long to be in lands where little men have fuzzy feet, dragons breathe fire, and horses have wings. Instead, they maintain that a Christian should be caught up in the here and now of the "real" world. Defending the reality of fiction and the value of fantasy requires an entirely different essay.

Christians certainly may be leery of sharing anything with modern pagans and Satanists who claim Halloween as theirs. But who gave these individuals the right to claim the holiday? If they are Druids, they are celebrating Samhain, which is not Halloween but an even older holiday. As for Satanists, their calendar is a perversion of Christian seasons—there would be no Satanists if there were no Christians. Let them claim all they want.
I give them nothing!!

"But look at the roots of Halloween," some may say. "Don't you see how evil it once was?" I do, but the operative word in that sentence is was. Samhain was once a time of fear and dread, but at one time so was Yule or Midvinterblot, as it was called in Sweden. Toward the time of the winter solstice, the days became shorter and colder. The land was laid waste. In pagan times, to keep the fire of the life-giving sun alight, people often made sacrifices before a great oak tree. Boniface is supposed to have stopped one such sacrifice and instituted the indoor Christmas tree at the same time. The burning of such logs in the midst of sacrifice has come down to us as the traditions of burning Yule logs and enjoying Christmas trees.

I'm not suggesting fir trees and Yule logs be banned from Christmas; I'm only demonstrating what has happened time and again in history. For our pagan ancestors, the holidays that marked the great seasonal changes were often fearful, terrible, and dark. But with the coming of JESUS CHRIST came a great light that reclaimed not only individuals but also the holidays they celebrated. In the case of Midvinterblot and Yule, the holidays that once marked the terrible price required to provide light instead began to express the joyous arrival of GOD's true light.
Laughing away our fears and foes...

What would a reclaimed Halloween express? In our culture, Halloween traditionally has allowed us to look at what frightens us to experience it, to laugh at it, and to come through it. So at the end of October, we are visited by cute Caspers, laughing pumpkin heads, and goofy ghouls, even Klingons.

Should the forces of evil be mocked? Should Satan be laughed at? He most certainly should be! At the beginning of The Screwtape Letters, C. S. Lewis includes two telling quotations, the first from Martin Luther: "The best way to drive out the devil, if he will not yield to texts of Scripture, is to jeer and flout him, for he cannot bear scorn."

The second comes from Thomas Moore: "The devil, the proud spirit cannot endure to be mocked."
The one thing Satan cannot bear is to be a source of laughter. His pride is undermined by his own knowledge that his infernal rebellion against GOD is in reality an absurd farce. Hating laughter, he demands to be taken seriously. Indeed, I would say that those Christians who spend the night of October 31 filled with concern over what evils might be (and sometimes are) taking place are doing the very thing Lucifer wants them to do. By giving him this respect, such believers are giving his authority credence.

WARNING: “not all believers should celebrate Halloween.” For those who have been redeemed from the occult, Halloween in its foolishness may contain what was for them deadly seriousness. While their souls were in deadly peril, however, what they experienced were lies and illusions.
It is understandable that they look with horror upon what once enslaved them. Such sensitivity may be appropriate for them, but it is not appropriate for the majority of Christians. Holding their opinions as appropriate for most believers is like having a former bulimic dictate how Christians should regard church hot-plate socials.
Christians should instead celebrate Halloween with gusto. If we follow the traditional formula of having a good time at his expense, Satan flees...

In any event, I doubt the anti-Halloween party will prevail. This tactic was tried before with Christmas. In the 17th century, because of its pagan ancestry and because it was a Roman Catholic holiday (Christ-mass!), many Protestants decided that true believers should not recognize Christmas. In 1620 our pilgrim forefathers purposely started unloading the Mayflower on Christmas Day to make the point to the crew that they were not going to observe such an evil day.

I'm glad those believers however well-intended failed. How bleak and desolate would a winter's December be without Christmas! We could have lost our chance to celebrate Christ's first coming and a chance to witness to the world, as I fear those pilgrims lost a chance to witness to those sailors.
If we give up All Hallows Eve aka Halloween, we lose the delight of GOD's gift of imagination and we condemn the rest of society to a darker Halloween because our laughter will not be there to make the devil run! 
So “Boo!”- in the name of JESUS CHRIST.
Posted by Sir Richard,
A Christian Klingon... Qapla!

Friday, October 30, 2015


Oct 30th 2004 to today October 30th 2015
I am now 11 (Praise the LORD), Christian Years Old J
Many Faces of Sir Richard
Posted by Sir Richard…
A Knight, in thy service of the KING of KINGS.

Thursday, October 29, 2015


Howard Le Van first pilot to fly an aircraft over Calgary Alberta. In July 1911 Howard Le Van flew a Curtiss Golden Flyer owned by J. Stobel during the Calgary summer fair. Because of the muddy airfield, the aircraft had difficulties taking off. It was able to get into the air once on the first day, but crashed into a fence causing damage to the landing gear and wings. After repairs, Le Van was able to fly for about five minutes the next day, but more damage occurred when he hit a gopher hole upon landing. On the final day, fairgoers could pay 10¢ to enter the tent where the Golden Flyer was parked and admire it. IMO we should name our airport the; Howard Le Van International Airport!
Posted by Sir Richard

Tuesday, October 27, 2015


Again, history has shown that “Peace Loving” Germans, Japanese, Chinese, Russians, Rwandans, Serbs, Afghans, Iraqis, Somalis, Nigerians, Algerians, Cambodians and yes even us, have watched many others die because we the peaceful majority, did not speak up until it was too little, too late!
As Reverend Martin Niemöller said;
"First they came for the Socialists,
and I did not speak out--Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out--
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out--
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me--and there was no one left to speak for me!”
Posted by,
Sir Richard...

Sunday, October 25, 2015


Father GOD,
Thank You for each and every day You have blessed us here on earth.
Thank You for Your tender mercies.
Thank You for giving us friends and family to share joys and sorrows with.
I ask You to bless my friends, relatives, brothers and sisters in Christ and those I care deeply for, who are reading this right now.
Where there is joy, give them continued joy.
Where there is pain or sorrow, give them your peace and mercy.
Where there is self-doubt, release a renewed confidence.
Where there is need, fulfill their needs.
Bless their homes, families, their goings and their comings.
In JESUS CHRIST's name I pray.
Posted from Sir Richard…

Sunday, October 18, 2015

May I have your attention for a moment?

May I have your attention for a moment?
When you’re advised how to vote, i.e: (by Stephen Harper), common sense tells you to ask whether or not this advice comes from a bias base and or upon strong personal financial commitments? I say, get out and just VOTE tomorrow for in the end, it is not our pocket books that should touch our hearts and minds when it comes to our CANADA, it is our Children's Children that is the real dominating factor in our VOTE of choice for our CANADA!
Richard Abbenbroek....a.k.a. Grandpa Richard.

Sunday, October 11, 2015


I Love watching a herd of horses grazing in an open pasture, or watch them running free across the wide grasslands of Alberta. I used to Love hiking in the foothills when the wildflowers are blooming, the purple lupine and the Indian paintbrush when turning magenta in the early Fall. I Love thunder clouds, massive ones for Joyce and I used to sit outside on summer nights and watch the lightning, hear the thunder as the storm rolled on. I Love water to the ocean, streams, lakes, rivers, waterfalls, rain and mostly, I Love many of you!

For as we all including me, everything that we Love is what makes our lives worth living. Take a moment and set down that remote, to make a list of all the things that you Love. Don’t edit yourself; don’t worry about prioritizing, or anything of that sort. Simply think of all the things “YOU LOVE”. Whether it’s the people in your life or the things that bring you joy, the places that are dear to you or GOD; do note, that you could not Love them if you did not have a heart. As Love requires a heart that is alive, awake and free. So you may have that life, filled with Love as the one which GOD wants you to have. A life of Love filled with Love just as it was meant to be, for you and me.

So of all the things that are required of us in this life, what do you think is the most important? Like every one of us who has asked; what is the real point of our existence? From what I have read; JESUS was confronted with this question point-blank one day and He boiled it all down to two things. Loving GOD our Father and Loving others as you Love yourself. Do this, JESUS said, and you will find the actual purpose of your life and everything else will then fall into place. Somewhere down inside we all know it’s true, we know Love is the actual point! Instinctively, we also know that if we could truly Love, be Loved, Love Really All That Is Required from the GOOD LORD above.
Written by Sir Richard…

Friday, October 9, 2015


Look what they've done to my song, ma
Look what they've done to my song.
Well it's the only thing that I could do half right
And it's turning out all wrong, ma
Look what they've done to my song.

Look what they've done to my brain, ma
Look what they've done to my brain.
Well they picked it like a chicken bone
And I think I'm half insane, ma
Look what they've done to my song.
I wish I could find a good book to live in.
Wish I could find a good book.
Well if I could find a real good book,
I'd never have to come out and
Look at, what they've done to my song.
Look what they've done to my song.
But maybe, It'll be all right ma, maybe it'll be okay?
Well if the people are buying tears I'll be rich someday, ma
Look what they've done to my song.
Ils ont changé ma chanson, ma
Ils ont changé ma chanson
C'est la seule chose que je peux faire
Et ce n'est pas bon ma
Ils ont changé ma chanson.
Look what they've done to my song, ma
Look what they've done to my song, ma
Well they tied it up in a plastic bag and they turned it upside down, ma
Look what they've done to my song?
Ils ont changé ma chanson, ma
Ils ont changé ma chanson
C'est la seule chose que je peux faire
Et ce n'est pas bon ma
Ils ont changé ma chanson.
Look what they've done to my song, ma
Ma Look what they've done to my song
It's the only thing I could do all right and they turned it upside down
Oh No, Look what they've done to my song!
by Melanie Safka
by Pink Floyd – Mother…
Posted and Photo by Sir Richard.

Sunday, October 4, 2015


"One failed attempt at a shoe bomb and we all take off our shoes at all North American airports.
Thirty-one school shootings since Columbine and no change in The United States regulation of their guns."
Posted by Sir Richard