I was born in Sault Sainte Marie. My mom was a young Mom of 16, alone in the worst storm of the times. 1975. There she was with a young baby girl, scared and wondering where her life would lead her. That was the night that the Edmund Fitzgerald went down in Lake Huron. I dont remember it of course and my mother would move many times before settling.
We lived in Hamilton for five years, until we met the hero of our lives, my Dad!
Then we returned to my mothers home town Chatham-Kent when I was five. Here I grew up. I lived out in the country for 12 years about twenty minutes away until I left my husband. Now I am back in the city I grew up in.
I have had the pleasure of driving through Ontario to go bring my sister home from Manitoba after a bad break up. On that journey I stopped in at my place of birth for the first time since my Mom left all those years ago. This journey was filled with lots of mishaps but it will always stand out in my mind as one of the best experiences of my life.
I look at that journey as a comparison to the natives who send their child out alone into the wilderness to hunt and kill for the first time. Those who are successful are viewed as adults and with respect.
I am proud to call myself an Ontarian.