Hopefully, you haven't grow weary hearing about my friend V's death and funeral, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL). As you know, I felt there was much to say.
And, today, will end that discussion. What you read here today, may shock or surprise you!
After leaving the cemetery, I made my way to meet V's family and friends, on the east side of Windsor, only a couple minutes drive from where I live. The place is called, Abars. A bar, located on the water's edge of Windsor.
Just as Windsor has quite a history, especially during prohibition, Abars does too. While I haven't confirmed this, I've heard it has been designated as a heritage property. Mainly due to the facts concerning the history during prohibition, in USA.
Here is an article written by C.W. (Marty) Gervais and published in The Times magazine (formerly the Walkerville Times) entitled, The Roadhouses: http://www.walkervilletimes.com/33/roadhouses.html.
In it, you'll read how there were several places where people came to drink, during prohibition. One such place was Abars.
While waiting for everyone to arrive, those of us who were inside, looked out onto the lovely views of the city of Detroit and the Detroit River. Many were discussing the history of this property.
Over the years, I had heard many stories about how rum-running took place. Even to the point, where trucks drove across the frozen river.
I can only surmise that it couldn't be done today, because the river never freezes over, anymore. Is pollution the problem? Only God knows. But, back in time, this was happening.
And apparently, Al Capone and his gang spent time at Abars.
When we all gathered together, I was asked by a few people if I had ever been there, before. My answer was: No, I hadn't. Many chuckles were heard. If people listened closely, they would have heard mine, as well as other people's. lol
Together, we enjoyed a delicious lunch, catered by V's son-in-law's family who owns a restaurant in Windsor, and others who made/baked some contributions to the buffet.
Just so you know, due to not enough parking, the family restaurant location hadn't been chosen. But, here at the historical bar, there was plenty of parking.
Even while there enjoying a meal with those who were celebrating V's life and mourning her death, I thought about the bread of life. Jesus.
John 6:32-35 came to mind, "Then Jesus said unto them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Moses gave you not that bread from heaven; but my Father giveth you the true bread from heaven.
33 For the bread of God is he which cometh down from heaven, and giveth life unto the world.
34 Then said they unto him, Lord, evermore give us this bread.
35 And Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of life: he that cometh to me shall never hunger; and he that believeth on me shall never thirst."
Leaving the luncheon earlier than most people, I was not hungry. I had enough to eat to satisfy my hunger. But, with the physical food being digested by my body, I knew I would once again be hungry, later.
Jesus, is another story.
With the bread I receive from Him, I shall never hunger or thirst. For this, I will be eternally thankful.
Until next time...
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