I started at Christ the King school (adjacent to Church of same name) and my teacher was Miss Fritini. I went on the bus from our Whalley Drive home to the school on the Lakeshore. My older sister had to take me and we were both embarrassed at this arrangement. I have few memories of my time at CTK other than the day I went to get my lunch from the cloakroom at the back of the classroom to discover someone had taken my lunch box. There was only one left which I had to take. When I opened it, there was a whole tomato in it. I was so shaken by this that I had to put the lunch box back and leave. At age six, I walked the 1 mile home crossing major intersections and navigating other perils and arrived only to have my mother cry out in alarm! My poor sister for some reason bore the brunt of blame when clearly it was not her fault. I tried to explain to everyone that seeing that tomato in the lunch box was so traumatic I had no choice but to leave and go home (presumably for a 'real' lunch).
The pastor of the Church frequented our school and of course we were all in awe of him. I had long braids and he teased me about them saying he would cut them off and use them for paint brushes (charming). He later became one of the first successful heart transplant recipients in Toronto.
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