LOOKING BACK!

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.