The Silver and Glassware Rattled in the Cabinet While the Jet Set Flew Overhead

Just to put things in perspective I should explain that the Airport was basically at the end of our road.

Lancaster Crescent ran three blocks long and at the far end there was a big field across Airport Road and that’s where the first runway lay.

This was Vancouver International Airport at the time, but now we know it as the South Terminal and it’s essentially a municipal airport.

Anyway, we grew up under a flight path and we were used to the sound of planes interrupting play and conversations and the silver and glassware rattling in the cabinets as the planes flew over. They were basically almost landing on our house. That’s how close they were.

After a while, we became quite used to it and didn’t hear this at all.

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