Growing up in the 1940s and ´50s at my family’s fishing lodge in northwestern Ontario was very different from what my life is now. We were isolated, living in roadless Quetico, 104 miles down the railroad track from now Thunder Bay. We did not have the convenience of indoor plumbing, electricity, or stores. There was more work to everyday living. Neighbours were few and far between. As children, we spent much of the time outdoors.
As a child I was not aware of what a special place and Aboriginal friends I had. The trees and water were there to play with or to use for whatever wa... View More »