Fort Edmonton Park snapped me out of my head. This is not a cute feel good story, but you need to know how important you guys are to me. The week of 9/11 was like living a zombie-like state. CNN was on all the time at home and at work. It was a nightmare. The human tragedy, the lost people flyers, the fear of WW3 was over-powering. One felt like it was their responsibility to watch constant news about it. I think it was like a depressing mental illness that we were suffering together. By the end of the week, I needed a holiday from the news cycle. We dressed up in our best clothes and went to the park. The leaves were changing early in the valley and Fort Edmonton was like a glorious painting. The little animals and smells of fall started to crack my shell.
The leaves were changing early in the valley and Fort Edmonton was like a glorious painting.Laurie Keindel
At day’s end, we started back to the main gate. It was an enjoyable day, but there was little talking. As we passed the town’s main street, the staff had gathered for a little softball game and my young kids were asked to join in. It was spontaneous and joyful! The actors wore period clothing and it felt like I was transformed into a simpler time. “CRACK!” With a simple hit of the ball with a bat, I snapped out of shock. My son’s hit was going straight towards a window. It was such a thrill for him and miracle for me.