Where it all started

Today, Beth and I took a trip back to the "old neighbourhood", Riverview.  We all grew up on Maplewood Ave.  We also had a relative on Maplewood less than a block away, and were often back and forth between the two houses.  Larger family gatherings we often held at one house or the other.  How the neighbourhood has changed!  As the oldest, I can remember being a small child and walking south from Maplewood, past Ashland and crossing grass-covered ground with posts stuck in the ground showing the names of future streets.  So I have seen a lot of change in the area.  The trees have all grown to maturity, many of them American Elms.  Those are big trees.  Many of the houses are so changed that we didn't recognize them, and that includes the one we all  lived in, pretty well until we were married.  I would not have recognized the old house without the address beside the front door.  The same goes for my aunt's old house down the street.

Riverview School is much bigger, and now, of course, French Immersion.  Churchill High School is also much bigger, and what was at one time the Municipal Hospitals, bears no resemblance whatsoever to the buildings we remember and I even worked at at one time. 

What does thus mean?  That part of our lives is over.  We can never go back ( nor do we want to).  But we have our memories.