Fall Memories
A morning's walk brought back a few memories. I came across a rare scene; a family raking leaves into a very small pile and their young children tossing them into the air. Like the lots of today, big house and small yard, the pile of leaves was modest to say the least. There was a real hint of Fall in the air, the light, coolness and the musty smell of plants decaying. With a light breeze, coloured leaves were floating down to the ground. There was that familiar crunching sound as we walked across the newly laid carpet. Growing up on the west side of Bronte, we had a large lot...and a very small house. The yard had a variety of trees, willows, maples, pines and fruit trees, apple, plum, pear, peach, cherry and apple. Mature maple trees lined Cudmore Road as they did on most streets in Bronte. Not only did we have to rake leaves from a 1/3 acre, but they had to be removed. The solution back then was burning. Long before public sanita...