Thank goodness I can still see out of both eyes!

Some of the physical features of a few of the people in the village plus stories of a broken leg, tonsils and appendixes. Nothing gross, don’t worry.

Memories of the stations and music I listened to back in the late ’50s and early ’60s.

Not for the squeamish, you’ve been warned. Here are memories of teeth and dentists. Cavities and pain were a part of my childhood just as much as hiking and skating were.

Here are some of my Christmas memories, there may be more before the big day. What do you remember about your childhood Christmases?

Baseball, rather softball,  was a major part of my childhood. Here are some memories of that great game.

In the principal’s office with the door closed, who knows what took place. Only the male principal and the young girl who probably couldn’t refuse his advances. Did she try? Doesn’t matter, she was underage.

Memories of my public school days. Here in Canada, junior school, let’s say 1-8, is ‘public school’. High school was grade 9 to 13, at that time. Grade 12 is the current highest grade, at least in Ontario.

In a quiet village, a local shopkeeper and his wife seem to have an ideal life. As it turns out, things weren’t as perfect as we thought they were.