Sunday, February 11, 2024
My memories of Aunt Lorna started when I was in grade 2 and she was my teacher. My Uncle John saw her someplace and said that she was a real nice looking woman and I should ask her if she would go to a show with him. The next morning in class I told her that my Uncle John asked me to ask her if she would go to the show with him. She told me to tell my Uncle John that if he wanted to take her to the show he would have to ask her himself, and the rest is history.
I remember a snowball fight in the school yard when the students started out divided in half with her on one of the teams. Before long all the students were on one side and she was alone on the other side. We were prepared with snowballs made ahead of time but she had to make hers on the spot and she managed to hold her own. I remember another day when we went across the road and up the hill to Young’s sugar bush where we spent the afternoon helping to gather sap and learn how to make maple syrup. Unfortunately, that very afternoon, the Inspector from the Board of Education showed up at the school and our teacher was in serious trouble because we were not there at our desks. Lorna stayed at the Rutledge farm while she was teaching and walked to and from school each day, which was over a concession away.
Our family spent many Sunday afternoons visiting Aunt Lorna and Uncle John where we enjoyed lots of great food and laughter. We hunted rabbits with Uncle John and his dog Smokey on numerous occasions. Aunt Lorna always made their home a welcome place to visit. Some of my fondest childhood memories are of being at Aunt Lorna and Uncle John’s pumpkin coloured house on the hill.