Joyce and I took all our swimming credentials together many years ago. We met at the Salvation Army Youth Fellowship camp at Jackson's Point on Lake Simcoe. That was 1953. We bonded when we along with two other girls snuck out from camp and went swimming in the middle of the night. All I remember of that event was that we did not get caught. And that the lake seemed cold and uninviting in the pitch black. And we never repeated our escapade. But we have been long life friends.
The visited me on Wednesday. They were visiting their grandson who is working at Acadia University. Their son Rick came too for the short visit. While they are in Nova Scotia, Rick and his wife and son drove them to visit me for the day. We had a grand time. The weather was glorious so we ate dinner outside, along with lunch on the Thursday. Then mid day, they were whisked away back to Wolfville. And then back home to Toronto two days later. I was so pleased they took time to come to say hello. We caught up with everything we had forgotten over the years.
After dinner, we sat together in my little TV room and watched a few innings of the Toronto baseball team, which Tommy loves to see. It was cosy and fun. Which was just like their visit. Fun and cosy.
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