Doug was five years old when I arrived, and I can only imagine that he wasn't delighted to have a baby sister. Because of our age difference, we didn't spend a lot of time together, but since I fit quite nicely onto his handlebars, he would sometimes treat me to a joyride when my mother wasn't looking. He once took me hitchhiking at Wasaga Beach, when we'd wandered so far that he knew he was in trouble, and I was too tired to walk back. We were about five and ten at the time. He taught me how to keep a secret from Mum and Dad like--if you get the strap at school, don't tell them or you'll get it again at home. Like many boys, I think he was punished for just being himself.
Doug often found stray kittens or puppies to bring home, some of which succumbed early to accidents or illness. My dad kept saying, "No more pets!" However, when Doug brought home a tiny Pekinese with a big attitude, we all were smitten. Toy was with us for about ten years..
Doug loved cars--Dinky toys, model cars and the real thing. I remember the Chevy Impala, what a muscle car that was--low slung, duel exhaust, lots of shiny chrome and smooth upholstery. I'm certain the sticker price exceeded his annual income at the time, but my mum made sure the car payment came off his paycheque first. The main purpose of that car was to be seen driving up Guelph street and around the circle on Main St. He always washed his cars daily, weather permitting. Some of the girls he attracted with the Chevy didn't meet with my parent's approval, but when Helen came along three or four cars later, everyone rejoiced. I remember the look on his face when she told him that his days of buying new cars would end with the wedding bells. He took it like a man and married her anyway. Best decision ever.
Love Carol
