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To market, to market …

A friend’s recent Facebook link got me thinking about the days when we had a stand at the St. Lawrence Market in Toronto. When I was young, my grandparents went to the market every Saturday and I looked forward to their return.

When I was seven or eight, Granny allowed me to go with her and Grandad to the market for the first time. Their stand was in the north market, and in those days it was a vast building with soaring ceilings and drafts everywhere. Granny kept a little kerosene stove behind their stand for warmth, and I’m happy to have that little heater now. Continue reading “To market, to market …”