I'd learned to walk at Boundary Bay when Dad built the "Bay" house for Grandpa in 1953. Over the years we spent brief times living here, but while Dad tried to figure his next step after leaving the lodge--Christian camping not working out-- we enjoyed 6 months "back home."
At first we had to walk 3.5 miles to school, but a 2-room school house was soon finished 4 blocks away. We played square ball under the play roof. Irene Gunn's cows mosied along the American border two blocks away. My best friend was Hannah; we loved the hammock, spilling into the sand. We beachcombed.
JFK was shot and I didn't know this sojourn was the last of my childhood and happy life.