To 1947 in Chesley, a town southwest of Owen Sound. It's cold when I wake. A lace of frost is inside my window because the cookstove heats the house.
Breakfast is bread baked in that stove, and eggs from the leghorns in the backyard.
Cosy winter clothes for kids is a dream. I wear tight rubber boots, so my feet are frozen from November to April. Then to school. There's a rare break. Studying's hard becase there's a festive mood.