Bill! This entry is my favourite so far, except for all the MG ones! We missed each other in Victoria by three years. My brother and I "climbed" (so it seemed to our pre-teen bodies) Gonzales Hill to what we called the gun implacement (sic) many times before we moved to Vancouver in 1963. I am falling in love with Mrs Templeton. Thank you for your gleaning.
This must be one of the saddest observations in the English language: “and there’s no one left who can confirm or deny or authenticate any of it.”
I find myself pondering this often lately, as I think of events from my childhood. The parental team is gone. No one is left who can confirm or elaborate - and I miss and mourn what I can’t know.
Bill! This entry is my favourite so far, except for all the MG ones! We missed each other in Victoria by three years. My brother and I "climbed" (so it seemed to our pre-teen bodies) Gonzales Hill to what we called the gun implacement (sic) many times before we moved to Vancouver in 1963. I am falling in love with Mrs Templeton. Thank you for your gleaning.
This must be one of the saddest observations in the English language: “and there’s no one left who can confirm or deny or authenticate any of it.”
I find myself pondering this often lately, as I think of events from my childhood. The parental team is gone. No one is left who can confirm or elaborate - and I miss and mourn what I can’t know.