Ken E Hills
I was raised in North Toronto in the 1940's - a time with no television, horse drawn bread and milk wagons, outdoor hockey rinks and houses with unlocked doors. The church was a major influence on me as the parish priest would suddenly appear at our house to correct any small misdemeanors. The doctor would make house calls and our community watched out for us. The local butcher and grocery store owner, the local pharmacist were family friends, important parts of our communty. In the summer, we would leave the house with a packed lunch and not return home until the st more...
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