Couple of growing up in Toronto stories my mother reminded me of the other day.
My mother gave birth to me at St. Joseph's ( and my sister four years later ). In those days mothers stayed in the hospital for a good seven days. The nurses were wonderful. Back then you could smoke in hospitals. ( It wasn't until about 1986 that they started banning it. That is the year I quit. )
Mom said, "The nurse would bring you and I had a cigarette here, a breast here, and you there. Then they took you away, and brought you back at next feeding time. "
Another thing she reminded me of ( for what seems like the millionth time ) involved Metro Police. I was about 13, maybe 14.
I'm a lifelong gun owner. My mother's car was parked in the garage. The garage was dark, and her car had a black vinyl top. I absentmindedly laid my Crossman 38T on the roof, went to do something else, and forgot about it. It was an air pistol, but it looked like something Dirty Harry would have carried. Most of the kids I grew up with had air guns. We used to shoot in the ravines.
Anyway, mom goes driving off somewhere, it slides of the roof. A policeman sees it. ( I think he actually witnessed it, or maybe it was reported. )
Co-incidentally, there had been a recent bank robbery in the area involving a woman. So, I guess they figured she tossed it out the car window.
They set up some sort of "dragnet". It was not a routine type stop for a traffic violation. Took her into the station, went through her purse and the car. I think she came close to having a nervous breakdown that day.
She turns 89 this year and was still furious at me about it when she reminded me the other day.