A while ago a friend of mine whom I have know since we were just little kids sent me an email to tell me that our old street was having a reunion. I left that street in 1967 when my parents bought a new build in a subdivision north of the city of Peterborough. For 19 years of my life I lived on Welsh St. and the neighbourhood was full of kids. We all were friends as we went to the same elementary school just down the street. We threw snowballs at each other in winter and build igloos from the piles of snow and in the summer we spent all of our days at the end of the street where the Peterborough canal ran along. My Dad would take my brother and I after work down to the canal as wee ones and that is where we learned to swim like fishes. There was a family that owned a property that backed onto a bay in the canal and we always called it Toby’s bay. Money was collected from the neighbours each year to purchase sand for the beach and the water’s edge and the family then maintained it and put up with all of us kids in the water all day. Our parents never worried about us as we were all water babies in those days. We would meet at the beach in the morning and then in the afternoon and again at night. It was a sweet life for sure.
I must say I was a little apprehensive to go back but I went with my friend. At least I would know one person. If the reunionees were not wearing name badges I would never have know who they were and I really had trouble remembering what they looked like back then either. It was really good to see them and to view the bay as it is today. The street looked well cared for and the houses the same. The Toby family sold the house on the bay and build a bigger one on the other side of the bay that was always bull rushes. The backyards have been fenced in and the sand beach is no more. It has gone back to its natural state. Top right box. I did see a boat and paddlers striking their oars through the water on the canal. No one was in swimming. I wonder if anyone does swim there now.
I bet you have remembrances of your childhood and the easy days of being kids. It was a good experience. I am glad I went.
I will be joining Mary for Mosaic Monday. Have a great week. We could use a little rain here. The plants are in perpetual wilt at the Sandbox. Valerie