By Al Meadows – Kitchener, Ont.
The story on the Minor family in the April 2012 edition of The Senior Paper brought back personal memories for me as well.
I lived with my uncle in the Florence School district during the mid to late 1940s. The Minors were our neighbours and I attended public school with Billy Minor, son of Art Minor, and the youngest of the Minor boys.
Billy was about my age, but I rode a bicycle to school while Billy rode a small brown and white pony.
We used to visit each other on weekends and Mrs. Minor would feed me. She was a wonderful cook and I first tasted potato bread in their farm kitchen.
Billy would gallop his pony up to the open barn door, grab the overhead door track and swing down to the ground while the pony ran into its stall. Billy lost a ring finger while climbing the windmill on his sister’s farm nearby. The doctor wasn’t able to reattach it.
One Halloween when we were about 12, we rode over to several neighbour’s farms to play any pranks that came to mind.
We found one bachelor’s farm quarters empty and proceeded to tie his pajamas and bedclothes in knots before leaving the farm. We heard later that he came home late with a little too much liquid refreshment inside and cursed his tormentors roundly when he tried to go to bed.
Billy joined the paratroop corps after finishing school and later went into the building trades. He is married with a family but I haven’t heard from him for some years.
I moved to Ontario in 1953 and fondly remember all members of the family.