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    Baby Boomer
    Baby Boomer
    Baby Boomer
    Ebook31 pages23 minutes

    Baby Boomer

    By Kate Everson

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    Born in southern Ontario and growing up in the '50s and '60s including many learning experiences that made me who I am today, including travelling to Colorado with my son and adventures in the 60s, 70s and 80s to the present.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKate Everson
    Release dateDec 28, 2011
    ISBN9781465740304
    Baby Boomer
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    Kate Everson

    I am a Canadian photojournalist interested in topics of spirituality, travel, ancient sites and Celtic history.One of the key elements in my ebooks is nature as I find that a way to connect to the spiritual side of people. Whether fiction or nonfiction, we can all relate to the trees, sun and sky.I also like writing stories about my grandchildren Shannon and Ally who are growing up faster than I can write!

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      Baby Boomer - Kate Everson

      Baby Boomer

      By Kate Everson

      Copyright 2011 Kate Everson

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      I was the youngest of three. My sister was born in 1945, my brother in 1946 and I came along, totally unplanned, in 1948. We were known as baby boomers, children born after dad came home from the war.

      We didn’t plan on having you, my mom admitted.

      But somehow, they made room for me. And I tried all my life to fit in.

      So I found myself making my own little world. I walked in the woods and talked to the trees, smelled the wild flowers and listened to the birds. Nature was my home.

      We grew up in Ontario, first in the south, then the north. I was a sickly child, with bronchitis that made me cough and wheeze. The doctors sent us north away from the water. When that didn’t work, they sent us south again, to be near the water. I coughed and wheezed wherever I went. Dad would bring me big spoonfuls of medicine when I was coughing at night, and try to help. Once I stopped breathing and he brought me back to life. Thanks, Dad.

      I guess being a wheezer had its advantages. I never learned to smoke like the other kids, stealing packages of cigarettes and smoking them all in the woods. Oh, I tried once, but the smoke hurt my throat so much I gave it up. Thank God for small mercies.

      When we finally settled down in Glen Miller, in the glen of the paper mill along the Trent River and Canal, my dad built us a house made of stones he dug up in his own acre of land. We helped mix the cement in a wheelbarrow, for two cents

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