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Does Anyone Else Here Remember Cora Brown? (Ch. 13)

Back in Burkville,

my mother and L.B. picketed to try to stop the second runway being built in ‘Core O’Brown’, an area adjacent to the Fraser River close to MacDonald Beach. They brought T and me with them and we were on TV. The picket signs were that day’s craft project. We each had our own. Continue reading

Where was my Mother? (Ch. 12)

Where was my Mother while all this was going on?

This wouldn’t be the last time l wondered this reflecting on my childhood.

It came in variations.

Where were the parents?

Why weren’t any parents there?

One of my Mother’s favorite things to do was sit at the kitchen table talking on the phone, which was one of those vertical rectangular wall mounted hard installed rotary dail things, and smoke copious amounts of Cameo Menthol cigarettes, while my brother and I went about our business without her interference.

My Mother's phone

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I Keyed his Car with my Tricycle! (Ch. 11)

Looking back on that closet room without a door I needed to stop and take a crying break, but at the time it wasn’t so traumatic.

I just thought it was normal, but I was beginning to realize it wasn’t.

I can remember being so scared in that room, but I didn’t think anything of it.

You don’t when you’re a kid.

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Bigotry or Mental Illness? You Decide! (Ch. 10)

I know there was a lot of division and bigotry in people’s attitudes when I was growing up, but it didn’t seem to translate down to the neighborhood level. At least not in Burkville. At least not that I was aware of.

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Childhood Games, Nostalgic Candy & Banana Seat Bikes (Ch. 9)

A  lot of the things we did and didn’t do when we were kids would be considered negligent by today’s standards, but they gave us a freedom that children just don’t experience nowadays.

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Traveling to Nelson, BC (Ch.8)

On the way to Nelson, we stopped to camp overnight somewhere near Kelowna.

This was at an off-road location and I remember a really cool swimming hole. There was inlet in the river and someone had dug it out more in order to make it more swimmable.

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