Well, as the story goes. Way back in 1985, I had got married to a Janet Gray. We had been together for several years and I thought it was true love, so we ended up living together in an apartment just outside of the town.Later we moved to a town house that was O.k.. Then the big day came. I was at my Mum's house and my Aunt Cathy and husband from New York were there also. Cathy had met Janet on a couple of occasions before. On the day, just hours away from the "big" event, my dear Aunt called me into the back bedroom,of me Mothers house( me with the powder blue suit and top hat on), and said I quote; "Don't do this, there is something wrong with her fucking head". Ah , the wisdom of the elders.But it still happened.
Moving on a tad, I couldn't wait to have children,so as it happened we had our first child, Julia Mae. I was right there during her cescarian watching the whole birth, beautiful little girl with the greenest of eyes, even then. Later we moved to a bigger town house, and made a lovely nursery, ( had to move the tarantulas and other exotic pets), and there we were, a happy family, all said and done. I had a good job at Schneiders Meats, a big name plant that in it's hayday employed 3000 people. Oh yeah, this place was right down Kitchener and had chicken, beef, pig,kill and a rendering operation set up.They had the whole start to finish products, smoked sausage to bacon packaged and everthing. Eventually, after seventeen years, I had worked my way through all the jobs there, and ended up with a class AZ license. I could drive tractor trailer, and haul boxed meat all over the places in a 53ft trailer. I did give that up though for several reasons...-later. Time moved on two and a half years, and soon discovered that Janet was to have another baby!. This time it was my son Elgin Clark ,a bit of a surprise for me. Living in that area, and the type of home, I decided, like you, it was time for a change. Years before I had bought 2.5acres+, on lake Erie, near Port Burwell in southern Ontario, with150ft sand cliffs quarter of a mile down the gravel road, and a migratory stop for all types of birds, beautiful spot, even set up a trailer there, with intentions to build...-later. Ended up, a century old home was up for sale in a town called Port Burwell, ( I'm sure if you Google earthed it you could see the house, 48 Shakespeare St.), and with the help of Mum and Dad we bought it. Now the fun started theres more........
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