Every night in my high school years I would sit at my desk, in front of this window. In the 60s, there were no buildings in sight (now there is one) but the long road to school was in front. Down in the valley with trees was the village of Leskard and the 2-room country school, SS#15, Clarke, one mile from our home.
In my book, The Village that Betrayed its Children, I describe what I saw, the radio programmes from Toronto I listened to, and one startling event, the fire that took down the barn that used to stand directly to the east of our home.
In my book, The Village that Betrayed its Children, I describe what I saw, the radio programmes from Toronto I listened to, and one startling event, the fire that took down the barn that used to stand directly to the east of our home.
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