In the end, we’ll all become stories. Margaret Atwood

Martin before we met.

Halifax 1943

Cute chubby baby. He grew into a heart throb, over the years.

Three years before we met. He was beginning to look like the Mart I came to know and love.

Mart 1957 in front
PEI ferry 1959

August 1960

I met Mart, for the first time, in a packed stairwell in Dartmouth High, shortly after this photo was taken. It was the fall of 1960, he was 18, I was 17. Someone pushed me into his chest, he caught me in his arms. I was in love. But I had a boyfriend and he had a girlfriend. We spent some months becoming acquainted before we made the breaks with our “others” and we began dating in February, 1961. Wow! 63 years ago and it is still very fresh in my mind.

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