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DOROTHY L.THORNTON
Some days I question my role in to -day's society. One can
readily imagine being involved in a more glamorous way of
life, especially if one had taken a different road back at the
beginning. Perhaps I am a combined product of my
upbringing, my inheritance, and my environment.
During my early years when I was in a very impressionable
stage, I realize now that a very dear lady who spent long
summers beside me at her family's farm, made an indelible
mark on my life and future.
The Findlater family were pioneers from Scotland, who
settled their farm at the same time as my great Grandfather's
family from Ireland settled ours. My earliest recollection:: of
our good neighbours, go back as far as my memory. Aunt
Annie and Uncle Bill, the last remaining brother and sister of
the third generation, had never married. They were devout
farmers and community workers, highly respected by all their
neighbours. I never knew until 1 was half way through
elementary school that 1 was not actually any blood relation to
them. I never really appreciated finding that out. However, it
had little to do with my relationship and my deep love of these
dear neighbours.
14, Village Squire/November 1976