glorious days ahead. Days were filled with all kinds of exciting games to play that were the product of imaginations unstifled by modern computers and video games.

We had cap-gun shoot-outs between the cowboys and the outlaws; the wars that pitted the “cowboys” against the “Indians”; or the rivalry that occurred, from time to time, between sibling gangs, the outcome determined by the side who could out-pelt the other with green apples. Nothing felt better than the sensation of soft grass on bare feet, even though we would occasionally squish an unnoticed deposit of hen manure up between the toes!

Swimming in the beautiful waters of the Sturgeon River always provided a refreshing relief from the hot humid