I was raised in Willowdale, Ontario. In those days it was pretty much Dad who brought home the bacon. The average Mom stayed at home. Hard to believe isn’t it? We didn’t move around as much as families do now. My house was built in the early fifties and I was lucky enough to live there for my first nineteen years.
I went back to have a look at it. To see all the old haunts, the familiar places I enjoyed as a child/teen. Most of the other houses were there but not mine. Kinda sad.
I forgot to check my white balance when taking these pics. As I said, I have a lot to learn.