Once upon a time at the turn of the 20th century, there was a boy named Christopher and a girl named Gussie who lived a few houses apart on Pearcroft Road in the village of Stonehouse, Gloucestershire, England. They literally grew up together and fell in love.....when Christopher (Gussie called him "Jack") moved to Canada for a new adventure Gussie followed him a couple of years later in 1913 and they got married. Christopher and Gussie were my grandparents. Sadly my grandpa died when I was just four years old and I don't remember him at all. My grandmother however was in my life until I was 34 years old and we were very very close. I could talk about everything with her. We would have a meal together every week - through her I tried new food that wasn't served in our home such as lamb, veal, broccoli (how exotic!), cauliflower and her peach pies have not been equaled to this day..she was an excellent cook. As the years went on I still fit in an evening meal wit
Tales of travel from a sixty plus girl at heart from the prairies of Canada.