Our house was the go to house for whatever you needed: a cup of sugar, babysitting, a shoulder to cry on or as a community resource.
My mom was just like that.
There was one row of houses in this complex called the Pensioners Row for folks who were 70 or older.
There was one row of houses in this complex called the Pensioners Row for folks who were 70 or older.
When I was about 8 and a half one pensioner in particular would come by and ask “Would you like me to take the kids for walk?” My mother was grateful for this break in her day as he would take us around Queen Elizabeth Park for an hour or more! Here would be this nice old guy with 4 or 5 kids tagging along!
I will never forget him.
Wilf Polkinghorn.
by Ingrid Steenhuisen
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