This is it…The Beginning
I was born at home 158 Mozart St. W. Montreal on October 14, 1939. My family always told me that I was born on the kitchen table, but somehow I doubt that.
I was born at the start of World War II and the times were different then that’s for sure. The building we lived in was a triplex, with my Dads parents and siblings living on the bottom and my Momsfamilyliving in the middle while we were on the 3rd floor. A real family affair
My Mom and Dad were both the oldest in their families, so when war broke out, all of the brothers joined up, leaving them and the girls behind. During that period, my Grandmother (Dads Mom) passed away, so Pop-Pop and Kathleen came to live with us. Eva lived right below us with my other Grandmother (Granny) and Queenie. When the war was over and the “boys” all started coming home…..but my father’s brothers didn’t have a home to return to, so they all came to live with us.
Gradually they got married to their sweethearts and left my mother’s cooking. She was a fantastic cook so they had a hard act to follow.
But I am ahead of myself here; go back to 1944/45 when they all came home one by one. First of all, I was a spoilt little cute girl, with long blond ringlets. How could they resist my charms? I had them wrapped around my little finger and would take them by their hand shopping. I would always come back with a new Doll or a Nurses Kit, whatever my little heart desired.
But I suffered too; we had so many people sleeping in our house that I had to share my room with Pop-pop and Uncle Wesley. I can’t remember who shared the room with my brothers. Sharing the room with them was awful I thought, because they snored so loud. They also….. I have to use the “F” word here…..they farted and made the room smell, Yuck!!! Remember now I was only 5 years old, so I thought it was terrible. Then again I guess I was no joy for them either, because they claimed I stole the blankets from them when I was cold and left them to freeze all night because they didn’t have the heart to take their blankets back.
