Spring has sprung, the grass has risen,
I wonder where the birdies is.'
I'm damned if I know where the expression came from.
It's haunted me for as many years as I can remember.
It sounds like it came from my late mother who had a quirky, amusing sense of humor.
With little wonder.
She was from Rosedale, part of Toronto, and that speaks for itself.
Writer's comment: The spring has sprung...
I know, I know...
Do you ever wonder how your parents met? What
attracted them to each other? When they
might have easily nodded and turned away.
Had they met at all.
My mother, Louise B. Lockhart, was from
the upscale, trendy Rosedale community in
Toronto.
My father, Nathanael Clarke Wallace, was
from Woodbridge, a small village north of Toronto.
They met when he became a priest assigned
to the Anglican church in Rosedale where my mother
lived. I would be known as 'the preacher's kid'.
I had some rough moments when some guys, learning I was 'the preacher's kid.
They wanted to find out how
rough and tumble a preacher's kid could be.
Writer's comment: They learned soon enough, costing
me a few tough moments showing them I could
mostly handle myself. Then we became good friends.