![]() ![]() We had a well and for the first year a hand pump right in the kitchen. Needless to say, we were sometimes snowed in. ![]() There was a lot of snow in those days and my dad rigged a hand-built wooden snow plough to the front of his old Chevy, put chains on the tires and cleared the road to our house himself. Those are the first times I remember as a child – living at the end of a dead-end dirt road, in a house all alone in the middle of the forest. The road went to our house and nowhere else and for a couple of years we had no neighbours at all. He bought a plot of land in the bush outside town, and a road was cut through the trees, and there he and his two brothers built us a home. In 1960, my father moved his young family from Peterborough to Gravenhurst, the little northern Ontario community where he was born. SeptemPaul Harbridge Children's Book, Hockey, Muskoka, Pond Hockey, Publishing, Winter, Winter Sports 214 The Backstory ![]()
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