Sleighing and Swimming
My goodness! It’s been two months since I posted the first entry from my mother’s journal. Most recollections are brief, so today I’ll post two of them. Her writing was deteriorating when she wrote of these memories, so she hand-printed her words all in block capitals. Other than that, I have tried to type them as they appear to me.
I am so happy to have these snippets. They’re short but sweet.
A Sunday evening to a friend of my parents was made in a box on a sleigh for Charlie & I. A cold starlit night on a country road (O’Brien St, Cartierville) but a surprise was in store for us. The box we were in fell off the sleigh unknown to Dad. I was all for yelling at Dad but Charlie said “Let’s see how far they go before missing us.” My father was startled, upon looking back, to see the sleigh empty and the box in the middle of the road with us in it. My brother and I had a good chuckle over that.
My father loved to swim. One evening he took C. and I to the beach at the end of our road. I was 6 yrs. old at that time & loved to sit on his back while he swam. All of a sudden he stood up with a cramp in his leg & I fell off. The water was cloudy and yellow. Dad couldn’t see me, but I saw his hand grasping for me. My 2 hands grabbed his wrist, my best chance, and he hauled me out of the water. That was my last swim on my father’s back. People wondered how he could carry me on his back after 8 hrs. at work. I loved the rides.
Note: These memories go back to around 1920. I knew this O’Brien St of the first post from the time when we lived in Montreal. It had changed to a busy street by then: fifty plus years ago but still thirty years after the sleigh incident. I also know the river of which she writes in the second entry.
The following photo would have been taken around the time of these recollections, probably a few years earlier.