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This Is Me

This Is Me

Ships weren’t built to sit in the harbor.

My ship set sail from the city of Brantford on December 1, 1953. Our family lived in a small 2 bedroom post war bungalow where my mom and dad raised 3 boys. I was the youngest and quite a surprise as my mother was in her early-40s when I was born. Three boys in one small bedroom and a coal burning furnace with no air conditioning – it wasn’t always pretty.

My parents were born during the early 1900s (1909 and 1910). They went as far a grade 8 in school. My father was a factory worker who never made more than $5.00 per hour. During WWII he served a Sargent in a mortar artillery platoon in North Africa. His men used to call him “the old man” because he was 29 years old when he enlisted. As a younger man he had played semi-pro baseball. My dad made his own beer and I helped. My mom was a factory seamstress that left that job to take care of our family.

I was born 6 weeks prematurely and weighed approximately 4 pounds. My first 6 months were spent in an incubator at the Brantford General hospital. My dad brought breast milk to me each day on his bicycle because he didn’t own a car. I have dyslexia. It is a neurological disorder I was born with. I notice it most when I am trying to spell or read. It can cause me to re-arrange numbers and words in my mind. I did not realize I had the condition until about 30 years ago. There was no such thing as “dyslexia” or “ADD” in those days.

I failed Grade 3 and Grade 5 and was labelled as a “slow learner.” I used to pray that the teacher would never ask me a question and I rarely made eye contact. Many times the back of my shirt would be soaked with sweat by the time class was over. Getting a C was great mark for me – A’s and B’s were out of the question. And in the early years when I was promoted to the next grade I was often put on “September Trial.”

Some of the guys I grew up with went to Kingston (prison) and it wasn’t Queens University.

As a child my earliest memories were that our neighborhood had di