My wife Terri’s maternal roots go deep in the rich farmland north of Toronto. Her beloved “Granny” had a house in Bradford where she often nurtured Terri after her mother died when she was 11. I never saw the inside of the house but Terri’s telling of its and related family lore ignited my imagination.
“It was the same wind as the wind of my boyhood, still careless in the prairie grass.” – W.O. Mitchell