I am a grandmother and great grandmother now, but my memories of my girlhood remain very special to me. I was brought up on a farm during the mid 1930s and 40s in the Laurentians, Quebec, and life on the farm in Christieville seems as real to me today as it was then. There are times I wish I could take my grandchildren on a journey with me through those years.
As children, we had great freedom to romp the fields and meadows, chasing butterflies, grasshoppers, and bringing bouquets of wild flowers home to our Mother. She spent precious hours over a hot wood stove, making bread or a special meal for Sunday dinner of either fresh chicken or pork raised on the farm, fresh vegetables from our garden and fresh fruit and gorgeous apple pies right out of the oven for dessert. Yummy!
