KIND COMMENTS FROM RECENT READERS

 I purchased your book at the Lawrence Park Church Christmas Market and have just finished it. I devoured it. It is such a fascinating, and well written, social history of mid-century life in Toronto. Thank you! I’m now kicking myself that I didn’t buy your book about the cottage. I would love to read it as well! (David John Harrison)

From St. Clements' friends:

I have finished your wonderful book and found myself on race day in the Brown School playground. I almost shed a tear in recollection Beautifully done, I loved it all. You really captured it. (CMGS)

What a fun romp through so many similar and some shared memories. Got quite a chuckle from the photo of you at that mixed party. Didn’t we think we were grown up! But what fun we had. I do challenge one thing. I was very privileged but I did have a glass, albeit small, of freshly squeezed orange juice every day of my childhood, so oranges must have been available in my neighbourhood. My paternal aunt who was a nurse took a very proprietary view of guarding my health so it was mandated for me but everyone in the household got some too. Lucky me. ( S. D. M.)

Hi… loving your book. So much parallels my own experiences. I physically felt the mustard plaster! Fascinated by it all. (Cynthia Luks)

And neighbours, both English born:

I just had to let you know that when I returned home from choir last night I made a cup of tea and opened your book! I was quite thrilled to see that we seemed to have lived in a parallel universe. Every page I turned described a situation, home habits or games where I had an identical experience! Even the potato fist tapping and the Teddy Bear skipping verse! So there we were, on different continents, playing the same games, which has me wondering how that could be, unless someone somewhere had a child that had travelled from Britain or Canada to share these games ? (Liz T.)

 I have been enjoying your book! I'm amazed at how much you remember... I'm sure I wouldn't have been able to recall even half of my own memories, and details. (Jill S.)