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My mother and me at the North Grenville District High School field day, in Kemptville, Ontario. This would have been after our visit to Scotland. My mother had a rinse done to her hair before we left and didn't account for the effect of salt water on it. She came back with bright red hair. I would be 5 or 6, depending on whether this is before or after my birthday in September.
By the same time the next year, I had acquired a whole new family when my Mom met and married my step-Dad (she put an ad in the big city paper, got 50 replies, including one from the town bootlegger. Dad's was the 50th) and I acquired a step-brother and step-sister. We lived reasonably happily ever after.
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Basically, she said something along the lines of "Divorced mother of one seeking marriage. Widower or divorced gentleman with children welcome". They were engaged on their second official date (there were "dates" which included the kids, in between). We always kidded Mom because on their first date, my father took her to the Central Heating Plant for the city (Ottawa) which my father designed. They actually went for a romantic dinner first but the trip to the Central Heating Plant was just like my Dad (Dad took us there many times and the highlight of the trip was always putting a magnetized screwdriver into the bottle-cap receptacle looking for caps with prizes of 10 or 25 cents).
What did your mother's ad say? What was your stepdad's reply? This is a lovely story!
Charming shot. I took a whack at some color-correction.
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