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THE LIFE AND TIMES OF
WILLIAM JOHN WEATHERSTONE
CORUNNA, ONTARIO, 1942
Marysville,
The time was in 1942, from
when my parents Michigan, on the USA
farmed me out again side of the border. I
while they went sailing was boarded out for
on the Great Lakes as the season in the 3rd
ships’ chefs on the lake house from the river.
freighters. Their stint There was a small 20was always ten months foot, passenger ferry
of the year, from early boat there, shuttling
spring until freeze-up people to and from the
Island.
at Christmas time.
Corunna is a small The current in the river
village that sat right was pretty strong at
beside the Saint Claire that spot and about 30
River in Ontario, feet deep. Sometimes
Canada, directly across we would

jump on the bow of
the little ferry as it
was leaving and dive
off, swimming back
to shore, landing
some couple hundred
feet down river. The
operator would do a
lot of shouting at us
of the danger, but as
10 year-olds, we did
not know what the
word fear meant. I
will say for sure that
at my age today, there
is no way I would try
that again.The next
door neighbours had
a very vicious dog that
would break away now
and then and would
terrorize the village.
While I was sitting on
the back porch one
day, two men at the
dog’s house dragged
him out to the back
yard and tied him to
the fence. I had no
idea as to what was
happening until they

stood back about ten
feet from the dog.
I watched as one of
the men pulled out a
shiny silver revolver;
loaded it and without
warning, shot the
dog. They ended up
putting all six rounds
into him before he
finally expired. There
was blood splatter all
over the place. The
damage the dog did to
people and property
was severe enough to
warrant the owner to
putting him down.
There was a one room
public school there
that I had to attend. It
contained eight rows
of seats. The first row
beside the window
was grade one, and
from there each row
was an advanced grade
finishing up at grade
eight, next to the door.
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Dad’s Leftover Turkey Pot Pie
ingredients

2 cups frozen peas and
carrots
2 cups frozen green beans
1 cup sliced celery
2/3 cup butter
2/3 cup chopped onion
2/3 cup all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon ground black
pepper

1/2 teaspoon celery seed
1/2 teaspoon onion powder
1/2 teaspoon Italian seasoning
1 3/4 cups chicken broth
1 1/3 cups milk
4 cups cubed cooked turkey
meat - light and dark meat
mixed
4 (9 inch) unbaked pie

1. Preheat an oven to 425 degrees F (220 degrees C).
2. Place the peas and carrots, green beans, and celery into
a saucepan; cover with water, bring to a boil, and simmer
over medium-low heat until the celery is tender, about 8
minutes. Drain the vegetables in a colander set in the sink,
and set aside.
3. Melt the butter in a saucepan over medium heat, and
cook the onion until translucent, about 5 minutes. Stir
in 2/3 cup of flour, salt, black pepper, celery seed, onion
powder, and Italian seasoning; slowly whisk in the chicken
broth and milk until the mixture comes to a simmer and
thickens. Remove from heat; stir the cooked vegetables and
turkey meat into the filling until well combined.
4. Fit 2 pie crusts into the bottom of 2 9-inch pie dishes.
Spoon half the filling into each pie crust, then top each
pie with another crust. Pinch and roll the top and bottom
crusts together at the edge of each pie to seal, and cut several small slits into the top of the pies with a sharp knife to
release steam.
5. Bake in the preheated oven until the crusts are golden
brown and the filling is bubbly, 30 to 35 minutes. If the
crusts are browning too quickly, cover the pies with aluminum foil after about 15 minutes. Cool for 10 minutes
before serving.

Solutions

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I could never imagine staying
in the same room for eight
years trying to work my way
out the door. Failing a grade
would be hell on earth for the
repeat year. I did almost one
year and was glad to get out of
there.
CORUNNA A FEW YEARS LATER
(A FLASHBACK)
It was years after that, that I
had another little problem in
Corunna. I was out of work
and broke at the time and
living in a cheap one-room
in an attic of an old Victorian
house. It finally came down to
where I could not pay the rent
and decided that rather than
get into a deeper financial hole,
I would move on. I told the
landlady what I was going to
have to do; to leave and hit the
road. She offered me free room
and board if I would paint the
house. Now this house was 2 ½
stories high and had about 10
rooms. It was built around the
turn of the century (wood) and
still had the original paint job.
I spent 2 days painting one
small section on the second
floor.
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Solution on Page 11

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I used up the paint and
stood back checking it out.
It was so dry that the wood
sucked up the paint and
standing back you could
not see where it had the
fresh paint. To me it was
a losing proposition and
time to move on and look
for greener pastures. They
are out there someplace,
but certainly not around
here. Corunna: the small
village that was not meant
to be the place for me.

1948? - DIVORCE

My mother and dad had
not been getting along
very well anymore. The
arguing and fighting continued until they both
agreed to separate and
eventually divorce. I was
given the option to stay
with dad in Sarnia or go
with my mother to Toronto (the big city). I remember in school that they had
shown us a movie

about Toronto with its tall buildings, large rail yards as well as
the waterfront docks serving the
Great Lakes cargo and passenger ships. My decision was instant; I wanted to see the big city.
A couple days later my mother
and I boarded the train for Toronto. We were to stay with her
best girlfriend in the west end of
the city, until we could get established on our own. Her daughter
was my guide in this new venture.
She first took me to the Ontario
Museum. We traveled by street
car to the downtown section. The
trip took almost an hour. I was
amazed that we were still in the
city. The closer we came to the
Museum the taller the buildings
were getting, until the direct sun
could not be seen. Another time
was to see the tallest building in
the British Empire, the Bank of
Commerce in the center of the

city. It had an observation deck
at the top of the building like the
Empire State Building for tourists to view the surroundings. It
made the people on the streets
look like scurrying ants looking
for places to go. I then started up
in the public school just down
the street. By this time I think
that I lost count of how many
times I had transferred to different schools. Again I was boarded out to another private home
while my mother found work on
the other side of town. Again, I
had to transfer schools. Eventually mom had found a 2 room attic
apartment in the east end and a
job nearby with Rogers Majestic
Radio in Leaside. (Not yet a Toronto suburb)
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Weather
Find and circle all of the words that are hidden in the grid.
The remaining letters spell the name of a bonus weather word.

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During this time I was left alone to
fend for myself while mom suffered
through a hysterectomy operation.
By this time I was sort of an accomplished cook, and cake baker,
and did not have any problem getting by on my own and traveling
down town to the Toronto General
Hospital to visit mom. The girls she
worked with took up a collection
to help us get by which I showed
her and then she gave me a grocery
list to use it on. Eventually she was
able to return to work and at the
same time met and became friends
with her future husband….. Roy
was a highway truck driver. He was
my influence to my future life time
occupation.
To Be Continued...

Don’t watch the clock; do what it does. Keep going.
Sam Levenson

It always seems impossible until its done.
nelson mandela

A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by
the desire to beat others.
ayn rand