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End Of Summer

When we were kids the Macdonalds, the Pickards and the Smiths had summer cottages at Inkerman and for a precious few weeks [and years] the Bissetts and the Lewis' joined us. We were an enclave of bare footed girls and we enjoyed idyllic summers. Our mothers seemed to ignore us except for feeding us at the proper times and making sure our feet were clean before we got onto bed at night. We rowed our boats and swam when the tide was high and dug clams when it was out. We sang alot. Sometimes we would go on peanut butter and jam picnics where Johanna would practice becoming a Helen Haszard painter. The picnic would be about three fields away to the north, but we made it an adventure. We were intimately involved with Father of Confederation John Hamilton Gray because we were in and out of his old house, were the Lawson's lived and the Bissetts stayed, all the time. When we were there we were surrounded with things like his bed, etc.and we knew very well that he haunted the place.

By the time the end of August came we would be enjoying the corn from the Birt's market garden across the road and the apples from Percy Smallwood's orchard the other side of the woods and we would be planning Johanna's birthday. Our biggest worry by this time of year would be how long after school openned could we stay at the cottage. We'd beg and cajole our parents in their water pump/privy cottages to stay on and on. Now it wasn't that the town houses were far away. Inkerman Shore is where Colonel Grey Drive is now and the Macdonalds lived on Ambrose Street, the Pickards on Kent and we were the fartherest because we lived away down east on Hillsborough Street, but when you moved in , you moved in and that ended our lives together until the next summer. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHANNA. I still remember the treats your Mother would put in your Birthday Cake. If one was lucky they might get a quarter? Was it that much?

P.S. It is Sunday the 3rd and I've just heard from Johanna in The Pas and she has reminded me of how we sent the Little Kids [that's Jean Isabelle and Cathy Macdonald and my sister Mary Claire] to "steal" some corn for us from the Birts and when they came back we told them they had taken too much and must take some of it back! Such morals! The sad thing is that today each one of us is living in a different part of this country.

Written Sunday, September 03, 2000 at 03:22 PM

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