Wednesday, July 5, 2017
Memories—many, many, many---too many to record going back to 1954 where we became roommates at Victoria College in Toronto. We were in an extension of Annesley Hall in an old red brick house residence at 151 Bloor Street. I watched the romance between her and Peter . After she and Peter married and lived in an apartment in Etobicoke , she held a “hen party” to mark my visit from Regina with a month-old baby girl. Visits over the years continued whenever I was east—Whitby, Rosedale (Toronto), Bobcaygeon , (parents’ homes, various cottages and her latest home on the canal). Philip, my husband, had his one and only attempt at water skiing behind her father’s speedboat. Our two children played with her two children, Jennifer and Doug. Our last visit was in the fall over lunch at the Royal York Hotel. She then went with us to Union Station and stood alone on the platform to wave us off to the airport. Altamae shared much: recipes, book selections, political views, interest in native culture, compassion, to name just a few . And over the years we had regular phone visits, the last being on June 26th when we said our “good-byes”. She was a very special friend—a very, very special person!
